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Hi Hater
(专辑: Homegrown - 2011)
Hi hater, hi hater, yeah Man, I
gotta get fly, yeah Man, I
gotta get fly as the
open sky I
be vibing in the
smoke, got potent in the
dope, ride I
got a
squad never trip just so hot Tales of me riding in the
OI, can't even explain How to reign, it's a
cold game Cries to my pops, B-Rock with a
gold chain Eat big, fuck a
piece, want the
whole thang That was what was taught by my old mane I
admit, I'm a
dog for the
greenbacks, rottweiler Self-made man, never need me a
co-pilot Levitate, but these cats so violent Hold heat, so my homies with the
gold teeth Past year, I
got schooled, bussed some OGs Told me not to be so flamboyant, sitting lowkey Checkmate, still everybody know me Hateful in the
springs to the
Bokey Tell 'em all the
same thang Hi hater Never gon' touch my paper, I'm on my grind Why you worried 'bout mine? Tell me why the
fuck you worried 'bout mine If you watching: yeah, hi hater Never gon' touch my paper, I'm on my grind Why you worried 'bout mine? Tell me why the
fuck you worried 'bout mine Look, the
grind getting real serious All the
psychedelic stars making me delirious The
rap game is not hearing this, not at all Radio is giving me a
headache, need a
Tylenol Now I'm back, hard hitting like I
was a
powder pack These cats leave a
bad taste from the
sour patch Just read about it, tell 'em, "Don't talk, be about it" Ask my team 'til I
DK, where the
fuck is TJ? Hit my phone like, "Cas, what it is?" On my grind, shit, I'm tryna get rich The
fuck I
got time for if it ain't this? 'Cause my life ain't on the
line, but the
line ain't thick And I
gotta go hard, 'cause it's that or go home Dad said I've been out on my own Backpack, sat with this caliber chrome Pump a
fist like I
never knew which side I
was on I'm on a
race and I
still [?] Hi hater Never gon' touch my paper, I'm on my grind Why you worried 'bout mine? Tell me why the
fuck you worried 'bout mine If you watching: yeah, hi hater Never gon' touch my paper, I'm on my grind Why you worried 'bout mine? Tell me why the
fuck you worried 'bout mine Man, look, I
ain't a
freak show, but when the
beat go, I
go off Show off, I
ain't tryna brag, but my flavor Is the
type that could bring a
lot of competition wishing They wanted to get to stopping my paper, man, I
got a
lot of haters Couple close friends, but they do me a
lot of favors Sip a
lot of drank, but ain't got a
lot of chaser Blow a
lot of pure smoke, not a
lot of vapor And I'm on my fucking grind 'til I
get what is mine Yeah, so move your way to the
side, I
Keep pushing 'til the
day that I
die, you Keep looking, get sprayed with the
five And I
hate to leave you wasted, but nah These cats 'round here, they know what my taste like Said that you the
king [?] Man, I
want the
ring [?] then I
take flight And this'll be my year, 2010, Super, tell 'em that I'm going in And if you not Hi hater Never gon' touch my paper, I'm on my grind Why you worried 'bout mine? Tell me why the
fuck you worried 'bout mine If you watching: yeah, hi hater Never gon' touch my paper, I'm on my grind Why you worried 'bout mine? Tell me why the
fuck you worried 'bout mine
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