Pretty Boy - Hate Me Now lyrics

[Produced by D Moet, Pretty Boy & Trackmasters] [Intro: Nas (w/ Puff Daddy)] Escobar Season has returned It's been a long time, been a long time comin' It's life or d**h for me now But you know, there's no turning back now This is what makes me; this is what I am [Hook: Puff Daddy] You can hate me now,(Q.B.) but I won't stop now (real n***as) Cause I can't stop now, (Bravehearts) you can hate me now (c'mon) But I won't stop now, cause I can't stop now You can hate me now, you can hate me now [Puff Daddy] Well you hate me, I'm gon' hate you too It's as simple as that Die motherf**er, die motherf**er, die You don't give a f**, I don't give a f** Go down any way you want it to go down Weak, jealous motherf**ers f** y'all! [Verse 1: Nas] Don't hate me, hate the money I see, clothes that I buy Ice that I wear, flows that I try, close your eyes Picture me rollin', sixes, money foldin' b**hes, honeys that swollen to riches, Nas get in ya Most critically acclaimed Pulitzer Prize winner Best storyteller, thug narrator, my style's greater Model dater, big threat to a lot of you haters Commentators ringside try watchin' my paper Almost a decade, quite impressive Most of the best is in the essence For this rap sh** that I stand for Expandin' more to the big screen, Bill Gates dreams But it seems you'd rather see me in jail with state greens Want me off the scene fast, but good things last Like your favorite MC still makin' some mean cash First rapper to bring a platinum plaque back to the projects But you still wanna hate, be my guest, I suggest [Diddy] Money is power motherf**er I got millions of thugs on salary [Hook: Diddy] [Verse 2: Nas] You wanna hate me then hate me; what can I do But keep gettin' money, funny I was just like you I had to hustle hard, never give up, until I made it Now y'all sayin' "that's a clever n***a, nothin' to play with" Hate on me, I blew but I'm the same O.G People warn me, when you're on top, there's envy Took my n***as out the hood, but you doubt on us Sayin' we left the hood but can't get it out of us My bad, should I step out my shoes, give 'em to you? Here's my cars and my house, you can live in that too Criticize when I flow for the streets, hate my dress code Gucci this, Fendi that, what you expect, ho? Nickname Esco, took this game to its threshold Best flow, I bet the whole U.S. know Try to make it like you the realest, but who the illest? Think we all know the answer to that, cause n***as feel this right [Diddy] You think I'mma come this far, and let you n***as stop me now? I hate you too! [Hook] [Diddy] I like this, I like the way this feels [Verse 3] It's a thin line between paper and hate Friends and snakes, nine millis and thirty-eights Hell or the pearly gates; I was destined to come Predicted, blame God, he blew breath in my lungs Second to none, wicked turn wives to widows Shoot through satin pillows, the desolate one Took a little time to claim my spot Chairman of the board until this game stop, and I side with the Lord Ride for the cause while drivin' n***as shot at my doors Plottin' I'm sure, to catch me with they Glocks to my jaws Tried stickin' me up but I flipped on these ducks Instead of me, ambulances were picking them up n***as fear what they don't understand, hate what they can't conquer Guess it's just the theory of man Became a monster, on top of the world, never fallin' I'm as real as they come from day one, forever ballin' C'mon [Diddy] You ain't never seen a n***a like me, ever in your life And that's what you can't understand! [Hook]