Niggas Be Hatin (Screwed/AWNP)
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Niggas be hatin me, and makin my pressure rise
I'm caught up in the game, got my eyes on the fuckin prize
Niggas be hatin me, and makin my pressure rise
Look Keke, here's a fact, won't you haters just realize
I'm lyrically inclined to be a poetic threat
A million dollar crook, from the Southside set
As I proceed to break off, I'm fearlessly illustratin
I'm supplyin pressure on the marks, forever hatin
Relax your mind, as I massage your brain
Excruciatin pain, different levels of game
Cause boys be hatin me, and makin my pressure rise
Niggas get bigger, but my Glock stay the same size
I cock it and ride, fly speedin hit the gas
Continue to swang glass, able to blast fast
Your ass is grass, if you in that black mask
Future, present, past, another completed task
I'm a fast, fast with the heart of a hustler
Quick to break off a busta, so what's up motherfuckers
I ain't makin no bargains, no deals or no plea
Stayin strapped at all times, cause niggas be hatin me
Niggas be hatin me, and makin my pressure rise
I'm caught up in the game, got my eyes on the fuckin prize
Niggas be hatin me, and makin my pressure rise
Look Keke, here's a fact, won't you haters just realize
Niggas be hatin me, and makin my pressure rise
I'm caught up in the game, got my eyes on the fuckin prize
Niggas be hatin me, and makin my pressure rise
Look Keke, here's a fact, won't you haters just realize
On the Southside, we be hittin licks
Nines off, half a thang, 27 in bricks
Tricks be hatin, feds got my phone tapped
Loaded Glock on my lap, jealous niggas got me strapped
I flap on blades, swang threes and floss 4's
Coast to coast shows, pimps, playas and pros
A nine I pack, dedicated to stack
Smokin weed, sippin syrup, movin ounces of crack
The shit gon hit the fan, and the script gon flip
The answer when you trip, is a beam and a clip
I tip a hater, just like he's a waiter
A punisher mastermind, and a dope rhyme creator
Heartbreaker, a baller legendary show stopper
Southside representin, popped up on choppers
Open your eyes, you're face to face with a G
Givin game for free, cause niggas be hatin me
Niggas be hatin me, and makin my pressure rise
I'm caught up in the game, got my eyes on the fuckin prize
Niggas be hatin me, and makin my pressure rise
Look Keke, here's a fact, won't you haters just realize
Niggas be hatin me, and makin my pressure rise
I'm caught up in the game, got my eyes on the fuckin prize
Niggas be hatin me, and makin my pressure rise
Look Keke, here's a fact, won't you haters just realize
Now we be ballin, and yo we puttin in work
The L-I-L K-E, and this nigga named D
Back up ain't no mistakin, it's money we makin
Put all drama on hold, until the record make gold
So far so good, ain't no complaints in Herschelwood
Same thangs in my hood, it's understood
When the sun come up, it's dollar bills y'all
And when them punks run up, it's time to kill y'all
Somebody said to me whatever you do, just keep it true
Make your cash and dash, cause see them haters they after you
Flashin cold cash, in them hoes face
Nobody fuck with me, I'm on a paper chase
Poetic since '84, I used to rhyme at Rainbow
Noticin how the game go, I puts it down so
You got beef, then bring your beef raw and rugged
From the streets of hard knocks, the way you G's love it
Niggas be hatin me, and makin my pressure rise
I'm caught up in the game, got my eyes on the fuckin prize
Niggas be hatin me, and makin my pressure rise
Look Keke, here's a fact, won't you haters just realize
Niggas be hatin me, and makin my pressure rise
I'm caught up in the game, got my eyes on the fuckin prize
Niggas be hatin me, and makin my pressure rise
Look Keke, here's a fact, won't you haters just realize