Lyrics:
the haters, claimin` that they want to talk
Mack 10:
You argue wit `em and negotiate, and I really want to kill `em
I`m tired of the bullshit, man I really
in your favor
You canu0027t fool me I ma investigator
His name is kokane I ma name I man shame ya
Sweeting out hanging out just to deceive ya
Hide
saw was some little skater kid
Come runnin by with a test tube, one of them glass ones.
Oh man, I'll check the news
And find out what the hell's
by the lake
Chillin by the lake
Yea, im chillin by the lake
Yea, a lot of haters plotting on me man... Fuck em
Offers the finest in player hatin' tactics.
(Yeah that's right!) Such as the bitch hater:
(Hey man, fuck that fine ass bitch!)
Or the look shooker:
jockin'(jockin') even though they guns be knockin'
Got to block it, throw my hands up and we dip it up and brawl
Talking all that nonsense, not being heard by me
great so
No bygones haters get gone bye
Too busy thinkin' bout the shit I'm gon' buy
Past experience is what I'm goin' by
Been broke for so long and now
out
The whole country by Khaled to rap on BET
Guess he saw me as the best man
619 to 858 to 760 I'm reppin'
San Diego to all you foreign
Daygo's what we
to no man
That's why I stay on my grind.
These days people die young,
See those *iggers by the conner wanna do me like Pop Smoke.
All my moves are
on
Fools swear they're wise, wise men know they're foolish
We was headed for the web even before computers
I never thought you would give me a reason to do
that I don’t mean
People try to tell me things that take away my dreams
I can’t trust nobody I been through a couple teams
I don’t look behind me haters
to keep them haters one step behind me
Ain't nothin' changed but the time that they hand out
But even without the cars and the ice, we stand out
Cause
on they're chin
Take a puff from my hamp then bounce
I'm on a mission for scrilla, vanilla slugs by my zipper
Playa haters trippin' off ho's it seems that
Grand opening grand closing
Every woman every man knows him
He ain't real girl that man posing
Whoa whoa whoa
When shit get real You see the fake in
even thought of yet
A good homie is hard to come by
But most times you get done by the ones you trust most
So, I gotta raise a toast
To my tried
Master P I got your girl like how they do that there (uuuhh)
And got them haters saying this ain't fair
Got a call from my man, say the money slowed up
Guess they never took a peep at the cash that I stash in my mattress
I get bread, fat chicks
City on my back, Atlas
Another beat killed by my pencil
Say
hard
I want to thank my haters too man
My haters is my motivation for real
Thank you y'all keep me going
I thank myself for going hard (congratulations)
and wait
They say a hater is gonna hate
I've never played the fool for the bait
You won't see a tear run down my face
I'm from the trenches where there is
tryna smoke
Plus they already fucked up
Man I can't lie, this a hell of a life
Pocket full of money
It's gonna be a hell of a night
We just smoke
I used to carry a Glock on the waist line, man I don't waste time!
I'm strong on the bass line, you'll never taste mine!
See me on the screen,
So, you come through stuntin' and get somethin' put in your face
Man, these rapper niggas fool, let me eat these niggas plate
Man, these rapper niggas
to issue the pain
And distribute some cocaine
Can you fuck man, nah nah
I'm known for loosen' brains
Bitch you think that I'm playin'
Go to war by myself,
eyes
And with a bottle of Alize man I'll be doing alright
And every single morning I'll be smoking til I'm high
Times so fast, always pass my by
That's
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