Z-Ro - Hate Me So Much lyrics

Y'all can keep on talking
Dropping salt on my name
While my haters keep walking
I pass by in that thang
A cool hundred thousand dollars on me
Spend it all on me just because
I ain't got no homies
17 years day for day and 8 on parole
Today we celebrating freedom
This one for you big bro
Think i got bout 3 or 4 ounces on me
We gon smoke until i ain't got
No more ounces on me
I think they mad at us cause
We ain't trying to turn up
So if it ain't screwed up
It really don't concern us
Everybody moving slow we all double cupped up
They say the south fell off
They got us double fucked up

Why they hate me so much? I don't know
Thats why I keep my gun off safety so much
And if it can't go with me then I don't go
Why they hate me so much
Cause, I don't fuck with nobody
I stay in my own lane
I don't give a fuck what y'all be doing
That's y'all motherfucking business
I'm interested in doing my own thang

Out of all my old homies I used to fuck with
Rick D and Grady only ones I still fuck with
Cause it ain't matter if I had a
Million bucks or straight up buckless
Real niggas do real thangs
If it ain't real we could give a fuck less
Another hundred thousand on another car
50 thousand down on another home
And the IRS wanna know who paid for it
Tell them I wrote another song
Just me myself and I quite frankly you
Can leave us the fuck alone
Yeah bitch you a bad bitch but they taking
My picture I'm who they touching on
Niggas hate me cause instead of them I'm
Who they woman been sucking on
And wherever her baby daddy name tatted
Thats what im busting on
When I'm out in public
My attitude is fuck it
I'm in the Bentley but I'm driving
It like it's a bucket

Why they hate me so much? I don't know
Thats why I keep my gun off safety so much
And if it can't go with me then I don't go
Why they hate me so much
Cause, I don't fuck with nobody
I stay in my own lane
I don't give a fuck what yall be doing
Thats yall motherfucking business
I'm interested in doing my own thang

Question: Is it because I'm successful?
Managing all this money man I
Swear it's so stressful
Thought I had a brother and
A cousin I'm so forgetful
It was me the whole time by
My damn self, I had wings, no Redbull
I'm just saying
I was trapping hard as I could trap
Niggas hated my shit I still was
Rapping hard as I could rap
Niggas say they love you but rob you
What part of the heart is that?
I don't love no nigga I don't love no
Bitch I'm blackhearted and that's a fact
They mad at me cause i got 200 on the dash
And this ain't the '90s no more I don't
Need you to pitch in on the gas
Niggas screaming hate at me but my
Money is so much louder though
I wish DJ Screw was alive cause he'd be proud
Of 'Ro and the way they hate me

Why they hate me so much? I don't know
Thats why I keep my gun off safety so much
And if it can't go with me then I don't go
Why they hate me so much
Cause, I don't fuck with nobody
I stay in my own lane
I don't give a fuck what y'all be doing
Thats y'all motherfucking business
I'm interested in doing my own thang