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Hating up? What up, bitch? and What up, bitch? Hating Yeah. Everybody Bitch, I ain't gotta like Your shit, fuck y'all Fuck y'all When I kick Your door, show us the drugs, dog Drugs, You remind me of that other rapper rapper I make you taste your own blood when I Knuckle slap you Clown They say I'm old and Washed up What? But I'm still cold and knotted up Yeah They Acting like we die in numerical order I'm somewhere Burning quarters across water, Bora Bora My aura is a score, peace to My supporters Peace Street court and I'm my own Lawyer, mic destroyer You clowns better get life in order What? What? Found sound type performer I respond to hate Mail with AK shells Yeah I bet a wager That your lady wouldn't take it well Yeah I Put a laser on your face before I make It hell You clowns scared to break a nail, I hate you Hating What up? What up, bitch? Hating hating Whatever. What up, bitch? Hating Uh. Everybody Yeah. Pardon the weight gain, but I don't weight train Nah Still hit like a freight train It's no Coincidence when I got on, that's when the hate Came True So I whip ass and take names You clowns whisper better than them Yin Yang Twins You playing in a game you can't win Snake Oil salesman, what you made of? Facade I slap juice out you, I hold deuce Out you You must do powder to hide Uh Trying to try the slyest guy This side of M. I., the M.5, the Storm The Light up your Form Yeah Knock your physical off track Track See Y'all squares as off-track You better get on when I'm off that Off that Original shit, They all hacks All hacks Back to work, The boss back I need a ten-piece, all flats, I hate you What up? Whatever, Bitch Hating hating Whatever. Yeah, whatever, Bitch Hating Son, they been hating me since '05 Back When ain't no one know I For whatever reason, I was the reason they had the low eyes But they knew not to say much, give it Up when they float by Meanwhile, I was stretching Meat like stepping on my own dimes Word to The bitches that call my horn to take the Slow ride Chalk it up as another reason to Be why we don't vibe Fuck it though, Bet I got my bucket low Bet I'll have My duckets roll Your playlist was written in my Phone You see how numbers go? Heh Don't mind me, I'm just minding mine comfortably And animosity's in they bag, but it don't get Brung to me Hearts be pumping Kool-Aid, tell 'em To save a cup for me I pour it On their tomb after I walk 'em to they Doom I turn Decembers to June, I turn the Pen to a coupe Then turn the flip to A truck 'cause my son needed wiggle room I Mean, who fucking with Scholar? Who fucking with Byron? You run alongside us, you running to sirens You See what hating gets you? Hating Haha. See what that hating shit gets you? Hating Yeah, Let's do it Hating Everybody Hating and hating, hating and hating And Hating