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YFN Lucci - Hates Real (feat. Boosie BadAzz) Slowed Down #Slowkey
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Boosie Badazz
Boosie Badazz
Vocals
YFN Lucci
YFN Lucci
Vocals
Alvin Kumar
Alvin Kumar
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alvin Kumar
Alvin Kumar
Songwriter
Rayshawn Lamar Bennett
Rayshawn Lamar Bennett
Songwriter
Torence Hatch
Torence Hatch
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
YFN Lucci
YFN Lucci
Executive Producer
Alvin Kumar
Alvin Kumar
Producer
G. "Fly" Henry
G. "Fly" Henry
Executive Producer
John Horesco
John Horesco
Mastering Engineer
Keith Dawson
Keith Dawson
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

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
Writer(s): Torence Hatch, Alvin Kumar, Rayshawn Lamar Bennett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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