YFN Lucci, Boosie Badazz - Hate's Real lyrics
[YFN Lucci, Boosie Badazz - Hate's Real lyrics]
(AK-47) 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
They mad because they was on, they was in
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 lotta niggas in they feelings
I can feel it
Just copped a coupe, rеmoved the ceiling
Goin' back to my old ways, I
Ain't been thеre 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 off Lenox, yeah
Penthouse right on Lenox, yeah
Hey, 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 have no feelings then
But I got some feelings now
She ain't have no titties then
But she got some titties now (Uh)
They like, "Goddamn, boy, Lil Ray Ray, boy
You spendin' now"
They like, "Goddamn, boy, Lil Ray Ray, boy
You eatin' now"
Probably home eatin' her, shave
I don't eat hair
Pappadeaux eatin' crab, bitch
Go take a mean bath
Bitch, come take a money bath
We got money everywhere
Ayy, we got pounds underground
But it ain't really none never left
You don't come around with them bricks
And you don't never care
I put them unit's in the town, you a clown
You don't never
I get that paper, bust it down with my nigga
You don't never share
I swear I really stayed down, stayed down
Just to make it here, yeah, yeah, yeah
(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 an 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 lake, your shit real fake
Yeah
Cross your own man out, boy, you real fake
Yeah and we ain't get no handouts
My nigga 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 payed in this world
Ain't it crazy how the real hate?
You know, I went through a situation
With one of my guys, we was
We was like this, man in this world
Ain't it crazy how the real hate?
Then I started rappin' and got more
Than, got more than him
He became jealous of it
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' Big Red, he was fuckin' Slim
(yeah)
Tryna grab the net off the fuckin' same rim
Never thought in a mil' that
A mil'd change him
'Cause we ('Cause we fuckin')
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 falling 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
Eat that charge (Ho)
We flyin' out tomorrow all
My niggas goin' hard (yeah)
Your big dawg eatin'
Ain't nobody 'bout to starve
Nigga hating 'cause we made
It out the bricks, you a bitch
You ain't hatin' 'bout a bitch
Nigga hatin' 'cause I'm lit
Dope boy swag when I'm steppin' in the 'fit
(Gang) spare nan' nigga, man
I'm givin' nigga sticks (yeah, yeah)
Used to fuck with Nut way back 2008 (Nut)
Every time I land
He would get a nigga straight (yeah)
Like my main man, Big Nut got hate
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)
Even the real hate, yeah, the
Real hate, that shit real, ain't it? yeah
Rollie on me real lake, your shit real fake
Yeah
Cross your own man out, boy, you real fake
Yeah and we ain't get no handouts
My nigga 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 payed in this world
Ain't it crazy how the real hate?
Those guys who 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 on 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're, 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 wan' see him dead
It's the only way we can
It's the only way we can get rid of him"
Get hated the most, that's a fact
You know, you have haters who
Who was in school with you and
They mad because they was on, they was in
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 lotta niggas in they feelings
I can feel it
Just copped a coupe, rеmoved the ceiling
Goin' back to my old ways, I
Ain't been thеre 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 off Lenox, yeah
Penthouse right on Lenox, yeah
Hey, 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 have no feelings then
But I got some feelings now
She ain't have no titties then
But she got some titties now (Uh)
They like, "Goddamn, boy, Lil Ray Ray, boy
You spendin' now"
They like, "Goddamn, boy, Lil Ray Ray, boy
You eatin' now"
Probably home eatin' her, shave
I don't eat hair
Pappadeaux eatin' crab, bitch
Go take a mean bath
Bitch, come take a money bath
We got money everywhere
Ayy, we got pounds underground
But it ain't really none never left
You don't come around with them bricks
And you don't never care
I put them unit's in the town, you a clown
You don't never
I get that paper, bust it down with my nigga
You don't never share
I swear I really stayed down, stayed down
Just to make it here, yeah, yeah, yeah
(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 an 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 lake, your shit real fake
Yeah
Cross your own man out, boy, you real fake
Yeah and we ain't get no handouts
My nigga 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 payed in this world
Ain't it crazy how the real hate?
You know, I went through a situation
With one of my guys, we was
We was like this, man in this world
Ain't it crazy how the real hate?
Then I started rappin' and got more
Than, got more than him
He became jealous of it
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' Big Red, he was fuckin' Slim
(yeah)
Tryna grab the net off the fuckin' same rim
Never thought in a mil' that
A mil'd change him
'Cause we ('Cause we fuckin')
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 falling 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
Eat that charge (Ho)
We flyin' out tomorrow all
My niggas goin' hard (yeah)
Your big dawg eatin'
Ain't nobody 'bout to starve
Nigga hating 'cause we made
It out the bricks, you a bitch
You ain't hatin' 'bout a bitch
Nigga hatin' 'cause I'm lit
Dope boy swag when I'm steppin' in the 'fit
(Gang) spare nan' nigga, man
I'm givin' nigga sticks (yeah, yeah)
Used to fuck with Nut way back 2008 (Nut)
Every time I land
He would get a nigga straight (yeah)
Like my main man, Big Nut got hate
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)
Even the real hate, yeah, the
Real hate, that shit real, ain't it? yeah
Rollie on me real lake, your shit real fake
Yeah
Cross your own man out, boy, you real fake
Yeah and we ain't get no handouts
My nigga 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 payed in this world
Ain't it crazy how the real hate?
Those guys who 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 on 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're, 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 wan' see him dead
It's the only way we can
It's the only way we can get rid of him"