YFN Lucci, Boosie Badazz — Hate’s Real

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Wherever you from, you will get hated the most
That’s a fact
You know, you have haters who, who was in school with you
And, and they mad because they was on
They was in that third grade class with you
But they don’t have the same hustle as you
You know, they hate you for no reason, they hate you for
They hate you for your success
If you was a local rapper and you
You didn’t have much, they would love you
You know, and these people, you develop hatred in your own city
Yeah, look, a lot of niggas in they feelings, I can feel it
Just copped the coupe, removed the ceiling
Goin’ back to my old ways, I ain’t been there in a minute, huh
Back to pourin’ fours, I ain’t poured up in a minute, yeah
How did you quit sippin’? Yeah, never get caught slippin’, yeah
I stay right on Lenox, yeah, penthouse right on Lenox, yeah
Yeah, I think I might rent it out, I just got a big amount
I been had that Maybach but I just had to go tint it out
Look, I ain’t had no feelin’ then, but I got some feelin’ now
She ain’t had no titty then, but she got some titty now, uh
They like, «Goddamn, boy, lil’ Ray-Ray boy, you spinnin’ out»
They like, «Goddamn, boy, lil’ Ray-Ray boy, you in now»
Probably home eatin’ her, shave, I don’t eat hair
Pop a door in crowd, they gon’ take a mean bow
Bitch, I’m takin’ money back, we got money everywhere
And we got pounds on the ground, but it ain’t really naw, never left
You don’t come around with them bricks, see, I don’t ever cap
I put the units in the town, you a clown, you don’t know
I get that paper, bust it down with my nigga, you don’t never share
That’s why I really stayed down
Stayed down, just to make it here, yeah, yeah, uh
Look, I just left Jamaica, yeah
Glad I finally made it there, know I got some family there
Some people don’t make it there, some people don’t make it here
Some people don’t make a M, that money don’t make you real
Even the real hate, yeah, the real hate
That shit real, ain’t it? Yeah
Rollie on me real late, your shit real fake, yeah
Cross your own man out, boy, you real fake, yeah
And we ain’t gettin’ no handout, my niggas still take, yeah
Yeah, we still take, yeah, and we still pray, yeah
And we still lay on niggas like they still prey, yeah
And you know a nigga still get them bills paid
In this world, ain’t it crazy how the real hate?
You know, I went through a situation
One of my guys, we was, we was like this, man
(In this world, ain’t it crazy how the real hate?)
When I start rappin’ and got more than
Got more than him, he became jealous of me
He just changed on me, man
(In this world, ain’t it crazy how the real hate?)
He used to sit right beside me in the gym (yeah)
I was fuckin’ thick bread, he was fuckin’ slim (yeah)
Tryna grab the net off the fuckin’ same rim
Never thought in a mil’ that a mil’ would change him
‘Cause we mud babies, thug babies (thug)
Sold our first pack, now you shoot me in the back
How you wanna see me win, nigga, when you fallin’ back? (Okay)
I guess you want my spot, you wanna rap (nigga)
Crazy baby mama, trippin’, hatin’ on me hard (ho)
Bitch, I beat that charge, shut the fuck up, beat that charge (ho)
We flyin’ out tomorrow, all my niggas goin’ hard (yeah)
Your big dog eat, ain’t nobody ’bout to starve
Nigga hatin’ ’cause we made it out the bricks, you a bitch
You ain’t hatin’ ’bout a bitch, nigga hatin’ ’cause of me
Don’t borrow swag when you steppin’ in the fit game
Sparin’ no nigga, man, I’m givin’ nigga sticks (yeah, yeah)
Used to fuck with Nut, way back 2008 (Nut)
Every time I land, he would give a nigga straight (yeah)
Like my main man, Big Nut got hit
This to every real nigga, get your money, be safe
Bitch, I got big B’s on my neck (wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet)
Bitch, I got real G’s on my set (bet, bet, bet, bet, bet, bet, bet)
And niggas hate
Even the real hate, yeah, the real hate
That shit real, ain’t it? Yeah
Rollie on me real late, your shit real fake, yeah
Cross your own man out, boy, you real fake, yeah
And we ain’t gettin’ no handout, my niggas still take, yeah
Yeah, we still take, yeah, and we still pray, yeah
And we still lay on niggas like they still prey, yeah
And you know a nigga still get them bills paid
In this world, ain’t it crazy how the real hate?
Those guys who’ve been lookin’ at you
Your whole life, and buildin’ up envy
They build up envy
(In this world, ain’t it crazy how the real hate?)
They can’t stop you from gettin’ money
You don’t wanna be their friend all social
You can’t come in they crew and get any kind of money
(In this world, ain’t it crazy how the real hate?)
They, they’re too big for you to even try to beef with
Evil, evil get in ’em so much to where they say
I just wanna see him dead, that’s the only way we can
That’s the only way we can get rid of him