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Yeah, yeah
Mr. Hater, I got a few questions before you start to hate more
And why you hate for is that your nature if I was broke would you still hate labor?
I'm just a young black nigga stackin paper grew up in Atlanta in the slums of the cater
Great stone food stamps government health care
I'm working three jobs and daddy locked up in jail, but shit. I don't care never catch me share tears
Cuz in the hood how the father's never even death rapper ain't around yes, you never gave a damn
Now you got cats in his leg and I don't give a damn
I guess that's the reason why I act the way I am
Short temper quick to flip the middle finger
Behaving on my whole life shit since I remember
Always started last and finished first like the winter
So fall back and get a line nigga I shot me for the summer
Springtime nigga got killers from the BI
Me line nigga have bullets and bullets look in the eye nigga
And I always been a starter running way back rockin feelin starters
It ain't my fault the nigga popped your baby mama
Trust me back then dog you wouldn't even wanna
I taught her all she know shit you should be honored
Who you think she's practice on learning how to swallow
A damn, oh that's what got you bothered
And maybe cuz she wish I was the father of your daughter
He the white chill bro we all got problems just hit 21
And already a alcoholic playing off the liquor so it's bros and Moscato
I keep double D's in my face like Arthur
Flow stick, need a couple third rests and peace pills
C, A, K, H, F, U
I'm tired of living fucked up, I'm tired of living bad
I'm tired of seeing my grandma struggling with a cash
So before you judge my past
First things first, kid collect all your facts
Yeah, cuz I ain't siding no nigga
Despite what you heard I own my signature
So all the hatin ass bullshit just irrelevant
Haters on my dick like how them Doric condoms speak
Too tight, now let my nuts breathe
I'm cool with lil' Drake but lil' Drake is not me
So please stop sending me them hatin ass tweets
I'll sign myself to myself 300 club NT
Gotta put the fam on, shats out YBT Big Theo
It's holding it down up in NYC
C, that's how you do it
These rap niggas funny cause it's DR music
Laughin' at these niggas like a Mike Elz movie
So before you try to diss bitch I plug with the shooters
Get you work for the DL and I ain't talkin' hugely
Hit you with the burning man and leave your back oozing
Have my niggas dead, RIP school
The others in the pen, free pimkin
My OGD is 7 in the fairs for a meal
Watch em get it for the low coat straight from Brazil
Look out and see it all, it ain't nothin' that I feel
But God in the day, Gabrielle wake our ears
So pay attention before you try to judge me
The holy fallen is the only one that judges me
So haters, I realize why you bugging me
Cause deep down in your heart, you just in love with me
Ha ha, you fuckin' hater
