Dnyc3 - Hatin (Faded Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1] It's 2012 now time to step my sh** up Its crunch time I'm used to the sit ups Fake n***as, fake b**hes trying to get us Seen too many bottles in the air gettin lit up Can't blame b**hes want a little fame You can brag to your friends I just want a little brain And I'm back to the money yeah it's P.O.P Yeah you can have my number but don't be .. Phil Da Phuture got my weed OG I see strange clouds where's B.o.B I'm the young Liberace wizard game box seats Tyson gallery why you n***as at the swat meety If you're wack k** yourself cause you're not me It's Royal Fam b**h the rest of you is chop meat You gonna get your a** ran over tryin to stop me Mouth open on your knees now you'll top me [Hook] Hatin hatin hatin You n***as just hatin hatin hatin Y'all n***as just hatin hatin hatin You n***as just hatin hatin hatin Y'all n***as hatin hatin hatin Please keep hatin And I dont give a f** [Verse 2] What? n***a I'm debo I'ma make your girl jet call it Tebow f** with the youngin and someone will scratch you out like primo So if you got a problem let me know Hold down the city but a ref ???? From Mo Co but spent the most time in PG though I remember summer time shows at the boulevard, smokin L's Getting hella drunk pulling broads. I'm a problem n***as on the shelf I'll garage em. Too awesome So this raw sh** is deadly I'm ?????????? f** her then I chuck like she grew up on ?? Drop it and bring it all back Put it in the air stand up make you clap Stadium I'm Saturday Dre throwing stacks This is the life that I love I ain't ever going back Hook: [Verse 3] I keep the whole world guessin That's why these hatin motherf**ers keep stressing Don't know how they can beat me I just better with time I think of these stories put it together and rhyme Yeah it's my time, your time up so die or just sign up My hoes and my head Cause that's two things in line My focus my grind money fill my mind up When sh** looking down I'm chiefing to climb up I'm whined up of the weed and gotta mean swing When I walk n***a see things I talk Paint a picture so vivid When you turn me on you don't listen you live it Man this hit art you can keep rap I want the throne when I'm dead can't have the seat back Feel free but nothing will free Cause I ain't the chief n***a Just look the LV [Hook:]