Haters want my spotlight
Haters wanna shine bright
Money stackin up high
Sleeping in the limelight
Haters want my style, clothes
Trippin off the bankroll
No I ain't no secrecy
You will not take my soul
Haters want my costume
Selling me like perfume
Studio every week
Dont k** my vibe or k** my tune
Haters think they got it good
But I really wish they would
Step inside of my world
See the hundred acre hood
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If you thought you could survive the hundred acre hood
Then you should turn around and realize I wish you would
I wanna celebrate and get a chance to live my life
Im only on the edge so try to keep me for the night
Haters say I can't sing
Haters say I can't dance
Haters say I can't act
Will I ever get a chance
Best friends are my enemy I only wish they could see
This is for my cyborgs
Rich poor and family
Yes I am a superstar
So what if I like it hard
No Im not the desperate
Fame is just a shooting star
Haters think they got it good
But I really wish they would
Step inside of my world
See the hundred acre hood
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Why you haters try to take my spotlight (x4)
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