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lirik lagu nico roberts - hate written all over you

[intro: future]
hate written all over you
fake written all over you
hate written all over you
fake written all over you
you smiled when they shot him, i saw that clip
you smiled like your soul ain’t felt that shift
you praised your chain, and forgot your kin
you danced in blood, but ain’t let us in
you used that mic as a mask
you turned your trauma into glass
so they could see through and clap
but you ain’t never brought the past
you commercialized your grief
but won’t speak on the police
you profit off that beef
but you scared of what it means…
i see it

[chorus: future, nico roberts]
hate written all over you (fake!)
fake written all over you (hatе!)
smile in the press, but it’s snakеs in the photo booth
eyes so dead, got a lake full of loaded truth
hate written all over you (i seen it)
fake written all over you (believe it)
blood on your brands, and the fans ain’t notice you
soul on silent, and your team still coachin’ you
[verse 1: nico roberts]
you ain’t from the gutter, why you talk like that?
your pain outsourced, got a ghostwrite pack
i spit fire out the wound, you rehe~rs~ and retract
actin’ woke in the booth, but your verse lack tact
boy turned pop with a mask on real
signed to a lie, now you rap how it feel
numbers inflated, the charts got deals
but you never touched trauma the way scars will peel
“free the bros” on a tee, but you let them rot
turned protest chants into album drops
i walked through flames with a steel backbone
you posted once, now you claim that tone
you a mannequin dressed in pain aesthetics
i been talkin’ war since the first genetics
don’t compare my art to your blog aesthetics
i bleed for the truth, you lease poetic
swear you got soul but you echo trends
switching up flows just to please fake friends
in a room full of lies, i’m the smoke you inhale
you the headline puppet when the truth derail
you danced on graves just to pop your tour
then prayed to god you ain’t asked for more
bet you never had to choose bread or war
while i stitched up wounds with a trap encore
used to pray to be saved, now i pray to expose
every fake prophet with a label and pose
you flex chains while your block still froze
i dropped jewels while you strike fake blows
my trauma ain’t trends, i don’t tweet my pain
i record in the dark, let the devil explain
the game got gods, but the gods got shame
so i walk on flames while you chase that fame
[chorus: future, nico roberts]
hate written all over you (fake!)
fake written all over you (hate!)
smile in the press, but it’s snakes in the photo booth
eyes so dead, got a lake full of loaded truth
hate written all over you (i seen it)
fake written all over you (believe it)
blood on your brands, and the fans ain’t notice you
soul on silent, and your team still coachin’ you

[verse 2: future]
(yeah, pluto)
wrist got ice, but my heart been froze
snakes in the grass with designer clothes
heard you diss me soft, that’s a tiktok blow
i don’t fight with kids, i just flip that mode
you sell pain like it’s candy, boy —
you a meme, not a man, just a brand deployed
real gangsters know the sound of the void
your bars got bounce, but no soul employed
i don’t do peace when i feel that sting
you rap ’bout ops, but you never in the ring
you ride for who? that’s a paid~off swing
one line from me and they pull your strings
i came from mud with a beam on prayer
you came from clout with a theme to wear
talk that talk but you fold on air
told your fans you care but you ain’t play fair
i was in zones where the feds don’t blink
you was in homes where your ghostwriter think
i seen dogs turn on kings for a drink
and fake woke stars catch karma in sync
i still ride with the sticks and the code
you ride trends till your image erode
i sip pain till my mind explode
then walk through life with a serpent’s load
say you from struggle, but your name too clean
i came from a place where the dreams got screened
you came from the net with a cropped routine
i was raised by k!llers and codeine fiends
you better check your tone when you speak on flame
i built my throne in the storms and rain
all that smile don’t hide that shame
you the face of lies in a diamond frame
[chorus: future, nico roberts]
hate written all over you (fake!)
fake written all over you (hate!)
smile in the press, but it’s snakes in the photo booth
eyes so dead, got a lake full of loaded truth
hate written all over you (i seen it)
fake written all over you (believe it)
blood on your brands, and the fans ain’t notice you
soul on silent, and your team still coachin’ you

[verse 3: nico roberts]
now everybody wanna post like they been down since day one
but when i bled on these mics, they just looked at me stunned
got ghosts in my team, i been purging the fake
cut ties so sharp, even heaven said “wait.”
they love your facade ’cause it ain’t too deep
but my verses make the mainstream weep
labels want peace ’til you spit that truth
then the budget gets cut and the cameras mute
this fame got t~~th like a snake with gold
got fans with demands but no spine or soul
i gave ’em journals, they wanted lies
so i buried my name just to rise and revise
don’t dap me up if you spoke on low
i don’t play industry games — i overthrow
this that field where the mask comes off
and the dreams you sell get exposed and tossed
you get praise for trends, i get blamed for facts
you do tours for streams, i do war with raps
this ain’t rap beef — this a cold reveal
of a culture that claps when the fake ones kneel
they chant “free minds” while they lock up growth
then tweet “mental health” in a velvet coat
say i’m too raw, too mean, too loud
but truth been ugly and i say it proud
a&r’s wanna trim my flame
say “be less angry, play the game.”
but the moment i silence, the silence rots
so i flood the booth with uncut thoughts
i ain’t tryna be your hero or goat
i’m the voice of the ones with a lump in they throat
the ones who rap to a void with a prayer in hand
not a chain or a check, but a purpose to stand
and don’t bring drake in convos ’bout pain
he ghostwrote feelings on a learjet plane
i don’t throw shade, i eclipse the sun
then preach to the youth like a prophet with a gun

[outro: nico roberts, future]
they got hate written all over they skin like it’s inked deep in the bones
but they smile in my face like they ain’t ever thrown stones
that’s the thing about this life —
the mirrors are broken, but the cameras still rollin’
image lasts longer than intent
so they build glass towers with no cement
i seen ’em fold for a chain
switch gods for a feature
sell pain as a product
and pray to their ego like it’s a preacher. (hate written all on you)
me?
i ain’t holy
i ain’t innocent
i’m just wide awake
eyes peeled like truth on the floor of a confessional
heart cold like january in a hospital vestibule
but i never lied to y’all
never played saint
i just rapped what i lived
and lived with the weight. (yeah, weight on me)
so when the flame go out
and the crowd go silent
and they finally put me in that box…
they gon’ say
“at least he ain’t lie about the violence.”

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