[Intro]
You look all around the world, it's the same sh**
I mean n***as tryna eat, and it's a drier than a motherf**er out here right now
But real hood n***as hold it down no matter what, ya heard (yeah!)
See the thing about a real n***a is
Whatever a b**h n***a do he could never stop that real n***a
See we should stand up for the haters right now
Because those b**h n***as make the world go 'round (Hahaha!)
[Verse 1]
Yeah, you ain't gotta f** with me cause I ain't f**in' witcha
I'm ridin' dirty with this work and my mother b**hin'
40 cal. under my shirt and another pistol
f** a friend, all of ya'll can come and get your issue
Phone calls from the pen real n***as witchu
They say they shed a couple tears cause a n***a miss you
Avoiding hoes, no award shows
They been askin' where that boy go
Can he even pay his taxes?
Only lord knows what he do to get his dough
Let 50 tell 'em Buck is jealous and the n***a broke
But we just seen him man, we hearin' what the n***a wrote (hey!)
That n***a ballin' even if he is sniffin' coke (fa' sho)
They prayin' on my downfall tryna set me broke (f**!)
But what a n***a come from I don't think they know (nah)
p**y n***as in the game and they turned on me (turned on me)
For the money and the fame, you gon' learn homie
I pray to god for these...
[Hook]
(Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters)
They hatin' me
(Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters)
Laugh now, cry later n***a
(Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters)
They hatin' me
(Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters)
Laugh now, cry later n***a
[Verse 2]
b**h I was f**in' her when you was f**in' him (Haha)
If you don't wanna f** with me, then ho f** you then
Dope boy on the streets hustlin' again
You p**y n***as wanna beef, we can get it in
Black tall, hair wall, where your bangs at?
Hit you with this sh** and show you why he came back
Hangin' out of the window bustin' on the freeway
I'm with my homie it was his quarter key way
If Obama got a plan, n***a where it at?
Cause it's a drop and don't nobody know where it's at
But in the south what we lose, we just get it back
We listen to scarface, he motivate blacks
Then we make stacks
And f** a cop, they can die too
Before you hide me b**h, we gon' hide you
These rappers don't f** with the streets like I do
It's all good, I'mma still stand beside you
I ain't no...
[Hook]
(Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters)
They hatin' me
(Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters)
Laugh now, cry later n***a
(Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters)
They hatin' me
(Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters)
Laugh now, cry later n***a
[Verse 3]
Don't look at me cause I ain't givin' n***as nothin' else
Show 'em love then they leave me by my f**in' self
My heart cold and I know it'll never melt
I just gotta play the cards that a n***a dealt
?
Ridin' dirty in a riddle with the wrong tags
Presidential in the gutter when they doin' bad
Concentrate on what I got, f** what I had
Dirty south is on top and some n***as mad
Go take a trip to the fields and you can get your swag
Yeah I'm glad they done kicked me out the f**in' group
Cause now the world see that I'm the motherf**in' truth
Got the streets like, damn homie what happened to you?
I bet this conversation now they probably tappin' it too
I get paper
If you so major
Your team ain't sh** without the number one playah!
(We know that you're all)
[Hook]
(Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters)
They hatin' me
(Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters)
Laugh now, cry later n***a
(Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters)
They hatin' me
(Haters, haters, haters, haters, haters)
Laugh now, cry later n***a