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Live your motherfucking life. You gotta get your motherfucking hustle. Understand niggas is gonna hate you regardless. Get that out of your head, that fantasy world Where niggas ain't hating on you. You gotta be grateful, you need haters. What the fuck is you complaining about? What the fuck do you think a hater's job Is? To fucking hate, so let them motherfuckers do They goddamn job. This is a DJ H exclusive. Ayy, what it do, niggas? I'm in the hood, so you know I hear The hate. I'm in the streets, so you know I see The hate. Okay, I got a question, Ayy, why you wanna hate me? I got 'em mad right now. Look at 'em hate, yeah. Now put your hands In the air. And for my haters, what? Put your hands in the air. Get my goddess, yeah. Going through this H-A-T-E, S-T-R-A-P, Whatever I may be. I'm familiar, nigga. I have no time for new friends, I hear The hate. Them cowards want off me, they want Again, now I wait. I pour up a eighth and concentrate. Push mistakes, got me saving every dime that I Make. We broke but didn't break. Got it back in the day like, yeah, Now what the fuck you got to say? Get out my way. Pull over when you see This firetruck. The first thing your own fans ask You is, "How's Buck?" It eat you up. Soon as you heard enough, then you erupt. Here come the hate, but now it's too late. 'Cause I'm too much, I want the cake. When I'm not hungry, you can have my plate. Fuck the world, this Cashville and Tennekee my State. Just left Austin, got off Wilmington, Made a left. And dodged Harley Davidson truck by My goddamn self. Thuggin' to death, yep, yep. What in this world happened? What's happening to the world today? Is there any love left? Thank God and pray. What in this world happened? What's happening to the world today? Is there any love left? Thank pray. It's Sal Gator, neighbor. Is that your man talking shit? I leave him hogtied with his head cut off In a motherfucking ditch. Ain't that a bitch? I got another case, I'm sick. Ain't that a bitch? Man's body smell like shit. Know I'm from the dirty south, but I don't Walk with a limp. Fresh Air Ones and yeah, I'm a white tee pimp. Throwing twenty thousand cash every time I tip. I'm consistent, every Monday, don't call me a trick. I ain't tryna be a daddy, I just told Her to strip. Now she got a condo in Buckhead and a brand new whip. This track hot, shit banging like Bloods and Crips. So I can get a Bentley, park it on 106. Got free boat jockin' my ship. That boy cold, he froze like the rocks in His wrist. This for my nigga T. Jackson that I lost when he slipped. The twin fours keep spinning, 2Pac in my whip. I lay it down, down. What in this world happened? What's happening to the world today? Is there any love left? Thank God and pray. Any haters in here right now that don't have Nobody to hate on-