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Angelo Mota - I Can't Hate Myself feat. NicX (Official Audio)

angelo mota - i can’t hate myself feat. nicx ↪︎https://smarturl.it/streamichm subscribe: ➤ https://smarturl.it/motayoutube follow me: ✗   / angelomota   ✗   / motaraps   spotify: ➤ https://smarturl.it/motaspotify apple music: ➤ https://smarturl.it/motaapplemusic soundcloud: ➤   / angelomota   Lyrics: Cause I can't hate myself, unless I ain't myself And when I ain't myself, it's hard to tell Cause I can't hate myself, unless I ain't myself And when I ain't myself, it's hard to tell Cause I can't hate myself, unless I ain't myself And when I ain't myself, it's hard to tell Cause I can't hate myself, unless I ain't myself And when I ain't myself, it's hard to tell Yeah yeah yeah Yeah Get your hands up, stack your sins up I got my wins up, I got my wins up Get your hands up, stack your sins up I got my wins up, I got my wins up I got my I been looking for an out, I got burns on my couch Mota make it bounce, make it dribble, make it I can not account for the red in my account Got em down for the count, I'm out for blood I'm like the Count Look me in my eyes so you know I live it World so frigid, we just hit the single digits Don't snake, don't switch, don't pivot When I'm finished with it, imma have my own exhibit Car trouble, still whip it like it's from Xzibit Used to want the fame until I seen what came with it Used to pop a pill but now I'm popping canned spinach Tired of tryna keep explaining when you can't get it Cause I can't hate myself, unless I ain't myself And when I ain't myself, it's hard to tell Cause I can't hate myself, unless I ain't myself And when I ain't myself, it's hard to tell Yeah yeah yeah Yeah Get your hands up, stack your sins up I got my wins up, I got my wins up Get your hands up, stack your sins up I got my wins up, I got my wins up I got my NicX: I been looking for a O Let me check in my account Checks on checks you could look at my neck And can tell my advance is not gon' bounce If the clock still count gotta make that count But I just can't keep my count Wickedly ways and wicked amounts I just ate a dish that I can't pronounce Being broke was the title, and I just broke that cycle So when a nigga ball go psycho, damn a nigga just like Michael Shoot my range on rifle Shot my shot that's light but I Don't know why she sit so high though I'll knock a bitch off of the Eiffel My success so vital Verse on verse it's straight from the Bible Genocide I don't know why though They just waiting on my arrival Used to pop a pill but now I'm popping Bad bitch DM hopping Coliseum stocking Cause I can't hate myself, unless I ain't myself And when I ain't myself, it's hard to tell Cause I can't hate myself, unless I ain't myself And when I ain't myself, it's hard to tell