Niggas Be Hating Me Songtext

YeahI'm lyrically inclined to be a poetic threatA million dollar crook from a Southside setAs I proceed to break out, I'm fierously demonstratin'On some fly pressure, on the marks, forever hatin'Relax your mind, as I restarce the preyAscroociate pain, givin' left for gameCause boys be hatin' me, and makin' my pressure riseNiggas get bigger, but my glock same the same sizeI cock it and ride, fire sweet and hit the gasCause as the swain glass, able to mash classYour ass is grass, if you in that black massFuture present past, another'll beat his assI'ma mash, fast, with the heart of a hustlerQuick to break up a busta, so what's up motherfuckersI ain't makin' no bargains, no deals or no pleaStayin' strapped at all times, cause niggas be hatin' meNiggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure riseI'm trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prizeNiggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure riseLil' Keke is a fact, won't you haters just realize, cause ahNiggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure riseI'm trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prizeNiggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure riseLil' Keke is a fact, won't you haters just realizeOn the Southside, we be hittin' licksNine sold, have a thang, 27 the bricksTricks be hatin', feds got my phone tappedLoaded glock on my lap, jealous niggas got me strappedI black on blaze, swang freeze to floss thoseCoast-to-coast shows, pimps playas and prosA 9 I pack, dedicated to stackSmokin' weed sippin' serve movin' ounces of crackThe shit gone hit the Fed and the strip gon' flipThe answer when you trip is a flime in a clipI tip a hater, just like he's a waiterA polished in mastermind, and a dope rhyme creatorHeart-breaker, a baller legendary show-stopperSouthside representin', pops up on the chopperOpen your eyes you face to face with a gGive the game for free, cause niggas be hatin' meNiggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure riseI'm trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prizeNiggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure riseLil' Keke is a fact, won't you haters just realize, cause ahNiggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure riseI'm trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prizeNiggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure riseLil' Keke is a fact, won't you haters just realizeNow we be ballin', and yo we puttin' in workThe L-i-l K-e and this nigga named DBack up ain't no mistakin', it's money we makin'Put all drama on hold until the record make doughSo far so good, ain't no complaints in HerschelwoodSame things in my hood, it's understoodWhen the sun come up, it's dollar bills y'allAnd when them punks run up, it's time to kill y'allSomebody said to me "Whatever you do just keep it truMake your cash and dash cause see these haters are after you"Flashin' gold cash in them hoes faceNobody fuck with me, I wanna paperchasePoetic since '84 I used to rhyme and rainbowNoticin' how the game go, I puts it down soYou got beef then bring your beef hardruggedFrom the streets of hard knocks, the way you g's love itNiggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure riseI'm trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prizeNiggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure riseLil' Keke is a fact, won't you haters just realize, cause ahNiggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure riseI'm trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prizeNiggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure riseLil' Keke is a fact, won't you haters just realize