There Ain't No One As...
Hot Or Rich Or Keen Chopper Sick Or Mean
Not A Kid Or Moderate I Got To Live A Dream They
Sure-Hate When I Go-In On A Track Though My
Word-Play Puttin Poland On The Map Cuz
They Be Centless While I Can-Get Ten-Bricks
Prada Cash On Top Uh That My Pen-Sick When
Pekay See-They Dee-Bate Him
He-Say We-May Be-Hat-Tin'
Never Gonna Cease Checkin In A Beat Till-Im
Yet To Simmer Key Veteran Or Thee Mil-Shine
Working On My Sk** To Im-Press My Fans
They Say I Never Will Give A Check I Stamp
Yes-I-Can If I Stay-True, Pay-Dues
But Now How The Hell A s**er Bout To Shell Or Hate-Whos
Just-A-Kid Who Go Fer His Dream
Woke Cuz I Chose Some Might Know What I Mean
Hook:
Haters And Nay-Sayers Got My Paper Stacking High (2X)
It's The Hater Gene-Ration, I See You There, Hater Gene-Ration
Why Do You Care? (2X)
Verse 2:
My Mus-ic I Chug, Haters Sayin Imma Kook Cuz I Must Take A Page I Write N Do What-I-Love And
Yet-I-Find-That-Some Still Don't Ree-Spect-That
Every-One Feel Phoney Lead Rap
But Ig-Nore-Me Even Though My Core-Seep Out The Real sh**
Kneal b**h Because Surealy
Ain't Nobody Matchin' My Craftin'
Everyother Chap-Been Lackin' Pa**ion
See Dat Pekay Talk About The Fame-In-Bars
Claimin' Charts While He Changin-Hearts Of The
Dumb-Folk-Who Never Tried-Jack-sh** Now
Some-Go-Boo When A Guy-Practice
They Be Nothin' ut A Simple Case Of Pro-Jection
Shade In Yer Head Con-Vey You Be Threatened
That Be Telling Me The Knave Who Be Reppin' Hate Every Second
Safe To Be Guessin'
sh**-Talk Make Em Feel Their Booze Life Ain't
Lit-Pot Minus Any Shoot-High-Change In
Fit-Jock Form My Supper Huge-I-Claim Cuz
Hip Hops Coarsen Up N Through-My-Veins