Haters

Haters Haters everywhere They just mad cuz they ain’t make it in the air See I said a lot of things, and none of it’s made up I’m just living out my dreams, now they want me to wake up So we light a lot of green, cuz as soon as I blaze up We don’t care for anything, from them niggas who hate us See I’m just doing what I love to do And secretly they only mad because they love it too Plus I’m out here doing everything you wanted to I take a pic and I post it right in front of you Oh you mad huh, well I post the shit for your likes I just post it cuz it’s real life They know it’s milez on the mic cuz it feel right And all these other rappers snakes or they eel like Haters Haters everywhere They just mad cuz they ain’t make it in the air Haters Hating on sky limit They just mad cuz none of them is authentic See I seen your type before, so I know how to move Thru that pac man maze, I turn the ghost into food So if no publicity is bad Y’all can keep hatin on me while I’m stacking my bag At the eagles game I laugh with my dad So unbothered by your ranting In fact I made a whole track it’s no accident that You feel some type of way when you playin it back It’s like they layin a trap But couldn’t fool me with that All your friends are dead by the time my uzi attack You niggas all ass, gluteus max Catchin charges on your raps about moving them packs Well at least you kept it real, but snitched on your self Them other hatin ass niggas never speak about self Haters Hatin on sky limit They just mad cuz none of them is authentic