They Hate What I Hold

[Verse 1]
Walk in, eyes cut, lips twist
She was cool last week, now she pissed
Ain’t my fault he chose this, I insist
You mad at the mirror, not the bitch you diss
All that side talk, crooked grin
You want his heart, he want my skin
You want the spot, I’m locked in
You want the past, I just win
[Chorus]
They hate what I hold, not me
You love that man, he love on me
You want his touch, he want this freak
You want that dream, he live with me
They hate what I hold, not me
You want his time, that’s on my sheets
You want his love, he chose this seat
You want his soul, it’s stuck with me
[Verse 2]
Used to lay with him? That’s cute
History don’t beat fresh fruit
You post old pics, I’m the proof
He in my phone, on mute
You don’t hate me, you hate the view
Hate that he brag on what I do
Hate that your role turned into two
Hate that he leveled, skipped past you
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
You want, you want, you want what I’m on
You mad, you mad, you mad I’m the one
You hurt, you hurt, you hurt, playin strong
But if it wasn’t me, you’d hate the next one
[Chorus]

rap, Dark melodic trap, mid-tempo bounce, female vocals. Sparse piano plucks and woozy pads over heavy, sliding bass. Verses tight and aggressive, close-mic whisper-rap that opens into a hook with layered, taunting doubles and ad-libs. Hard, crisp hats and snare rolls keep it moving; last hook adds octave harmonies and a subtle riser for tension., hip hop