Z-Ro - Hatin' Me lyrics

Say Q, man feel this here, I don't know why
These motherfuckers be hating us
The way they do every motherfucking day
All motherfucking day long
Nigga can't get no motherfucking rest
That's why
I drink and smoke so motherfucking much
You feel me, get off my dick

Why you be hating me day and night, baby
Mad at me, cause I don't buy
The dreams that you selling lately

I needed to get up off my rump
And stack something
I was tired of walking around
Ready to plack something
Big heads, screwdrivers
Spark plugs to break the glass
Hold my bases of selling dope
Anything to get that cash
I was getting grown faster
Than average niggas
Bills and mouths to feed
I needed cabbage nigga
Did a little rapping on the side
But, I was full time grind
Till they ran up and 50 one eleven
And shut it down when I got out
I wanted to get some work and do it over
Instead I picked up a pen
And got to jotting in a folder
Niggas was bobbing they head
Bitches was bobbing they head
The first time in my life
I didn't worry bout no feds
But, I wasn't out the woods yet
Round shife too
Niggas be killing eachother over
Lime light fool
Ain't with it fuck a million
I just want what I earn
But they don't like it when I
Holler KMJ because it burn

If you wanna jam
You can grab a hold of my funk
But, if you plan to take me off of my game
Like I'm a chump
I won't punk about it, I'mma do my thang
Dumping on niggas from the turning lane
But, it's burning man
Cause that's how it go down
Niggas be trying to get you
When you live in H Town
And you throwed, in the game
Wanna get you for your
Mouthpiece or your name
Have you giving up hit's, having no change
Having more overdue bills, no strings
Not me, no more, it's a new day
I'm in a new ride, and it's looking too gray
Remember if you sew it, it'll read right back
So when you treat a nigga wrong
The heavens'll handle that

Got a name for myself now, selling them tapes
I still be traveling I10
But, I ain't selling no weight
No more, blue over gray four do'
In and out the lanes
Steady keeping my melodies
Running in and out your brain
But, I need my money
Cause ain't no working for free
If it ain't twenty-five hundred
No appearances from the Z
Man, got to get my feet man
Got to be treated fair
Trying to put me on a back burner
I'm out of there a veteran to the game
You can't do me like no ho
When my crib got flooded
You didn't help me you let me float
Now you wanna exercise your contractual right
But, if you fuck me the first time
There ain't gon be a twice
Recognize ain't no hate in my heart
Cause, I'm a guard I don't hate nobody
Just hate it when times get hard
In my new situation
I'm having rich-nigga troubles
Without the switch
I'd have in a ditch-nigga troubles