If your m**g life life
You gotta get your m**g hustle
Understand niggas is gonna hate you regardless
Get that out of your head
That fantasy world where niggas ain't hating on you
You gotta be grateful you need haters
What the f**k is you complaining about
What the f**k do you think a haters job is
To f**g hate
So let them motherfuckers do they goddamn job
What in this world hey
Hey what it do n**a
I'm in the hood so you know i hear the hate
I'm in the streets so you know i see the hate
Okay i got a question
Hey why you wanna hate me
I got them mad right now
Got them hate yeah
Now put your hands in the air
But my haters what
Put your hands in the air
And my heart
It was just me going through this hatestrap
Whatever i may be i'm familiar n**a
I have no time for new friends i hear the hate
Them cowards one off me they wanna get in now i wait
I pour up a eighth and concentrate
Bush mistakes got me saving every dime that i made
Oh wait broke for getting break now
Got it back in the day like
Oh yeah now what the f**k you got to say get out my way
Put over when you see this five truck
The first thing your own fans ask you is how it's buck
They eat you up
Soon as you heard enough then you erupt him
Come to hate butnow it's too late cause i'm too much
I want the case when i'm not hungry
You can have my plate
F**k the world
This cash feeling tend to keep my state
Just left hopping
Got off women and made a left in god
Harley davis and truck by my goddamn self
Dug in the gap yep
Yep what in this world help hey
Hey what's happening to this world today
Is there really love name
In this world's help hey
What's happening to the world today
Is there little love name they gotta play
It's sal gate and naval
Is that your man talking shit
I leave them hoe tied with his head
Cut off his m**r d**k
Take that a b**h
I got another case i'm sick
Ain't that a b**h ass body smell like shit
Know i'm f**g dirty child
But i don't walk with a limp
Fresh air ones and yeah i'm a white tee p**p
Throwing twenty thousand cash
Every time i tip i'm consistent
Every monday don't call me a trick
I ain't trying to be a daddy i just told her to strip
Now she got a condo a bucket in a brand new whip
This track
Hot shit banging like bloods and crib
So i can get a bitley paul get on one o six
Nah players get three boat jogging my shit
That boy cold
He froze like the rocks in his rip
It's for my n**a t
Jackson that i'm lost when he slips
The twin bows keep spinning two plague of my whip
I lay it down
Grand what in this world happen hey
What's happening to the world today
Is there any love name they got a plan
They haters in here right now
They don't have nobody to hate on
Feel free to hate on me