Hatin'

Lil' Boosie Badazz (Boosie Badazz)

And I wanna know tonight

Why they hatin' on me (Why they hatin' on me?)

Shit I'm a good **** believe that (Believe that)

Let's roll

Tell my why they hatin'? (Why they hatin'?)

Hatin' on me? (Why they hatin' on me?)

'Cause I'm tryna get this paper (Tryna get this paper)

I'm thuggin' in these streets (I'm thuggin' in these streets)

**** ate at my momma table my daughter called him uncle (She called him uncle)

I treated him like he was Donkey and he told on me (He ratted on me)

The judge lookin' like he wanna drop a load on me

My **** lookin' like he wanna break the code on me

Tell me why they let me ride for a year

Now they want my 745 until I show for this here

**** try to sneak me but that's ho shit (That's ho shit)

You ain't gon' get no stripes off me lil' daddy (Uh-uh)

You better try some more shit and now they fuckin' with my girl head

Them hoes she 'round keep puttin' her soulja down

And she can't focus now

Ain't that a shame how they fuck up your name

Tell promoters you gon' cut throat 'em, now you missin' your change

Who gon' take the pistol charge since everybody convicted

Been to five funerals in three months lord knows that I miss 'em

I guess when I get old and grey and my mission is done

You pussy motherfuckers y'all gon' hate on my son

Tell my why they hatin'? (Why they hatin'?)

Hatin' on me? (Why they hatin' on me?)

'Cause I'm tryna get this paper (Tryna get this paper)

I'm thuggin' in these streets (I'm thuggin' in these streets)

From the cradle to the grave I'm gon' always be a hustler

As long as you succeed they gon' always be a busta (Huh-bra)

They hated Dr. King (Say that), they hated when he marched (yeah)

They hated Malcolm X (Fasho) and they hated Rosa Parks (For real)

Sometimes the enemy on your passenger side

Ridin' witcha gettin' high, but you can't believe it

But you know that he sneaky (He sneaky)

When I was five my momma looked at her son

And told me "Boy you gon' break hearts 'cause you too cute for just one"

I guess this baby face and these rap skills that God blessed me with

Got **** nuts hangin' ready to come and test me bitch but look

You know they said I was dead two shots up in my head

Some say I O-D'd off that Ex what they gon' say next

Tell my why they hatin'? (Why they hatin'?)

Hatin' on me? (Why they hatin' on me?)

'Cause I'm tryna get this paper (Tryna get this paper)

I'm thuggin' in these streets (I'm thuggin' in these streets)

It's real life homie

Now they say me and Webbie beef and we on the same team (Same team)

We drop hits you no sey bitch we got the same dreams (Same dreams)

A lot of **** playa hatin' 'cause they ain't me (They ain't me)

So in they mind they won't hesitate to spank me

I seen alot of shit, Lord knows I try

Rumors hurt me inside but I'm still showin' pride

Want figgas like Jigga (Yeah), with a brain like Dame

Can't slip like beans 'cause I got dreams to be the mayne

But I never change, mayne no matter how raw it get

I'm beast mode lil' daddy so I'm prepared for the rawest shit

They called me out my name (Believe that), they told me I was stuntin'

Told 'em "One day bitch I'ma have some Oprah money", woo

Tell my why they hatin'? (Why they hatin'?)

Hatin' on me? (Why they hatin' on me?)

'Cause I'm tryna get this paper (Tryna get this paper)

I'm thuggin' in these streets (I'm thuggin' in these streets)

Tell my why they hatin'? (Why they hatin'?)

Hatin' on me? (Why they hatin' on me?)

'Cause I'm tryna get this paper (Tryna get this paper)

I'm thuggin' in these streets (I'm thuggin' in these streets)