The Haters Wish

Lyrics

[Intro: Pusha T] Big shout-out to the Re-Up Gang All of the Re-Up Gang I'm talking to my niggas in the street right now You know, they love to hate us You know E-everybody in the game who Who they've been sayin' for the past ten years is going to jail They've been wishin' jail on us for the past ten years That's crazy, right? Haha! I love it though Fuck 'em [Verse 1: Pusha T] Tell me, how could you go against the lord's will Count my blessings every time them Yokohama's squeal Or that engine purr, that fur feline feel Death to haters so I gives it to them overkill Over kill chill in chains like field niggas You know my roots, my history's revealed nigga Straight fish scale, all I'm missing is gills The rosé spills on that eel skin [?] Thousand gram relay, we just passin' the baton Niggas runnin' the race just to settle for Solange (second) Every bitch love 'em, they just sit and discuss 'em He just they closest thing to heaven, only god's above 'em Keep the devil below me, getting money to show me I ride the 'rari, hopped over the Aston, I'm Kobe They wishin' death, as they see my worth escalate I'm driven by the disgusting niggas, so I welcome hate [Hook] Nothing gonna stop us now, you can't stop us What you gonna do right now, you can't run We need the boss in you, we've lost this year Cause ain't nobody doing you're thing, we do, oh no Nothing gonna stop us now, you can't stop us What you gonna do right now, you can't run We need the boss in you, we've lost this year Cause ain't nobody doing you're thing, we do, oh no [Verse 2: No Malice] Imma leave it in my memoirs, Chauffeurs and foreign cars Lines 'round the building the fan's paying homage The charms resilient, the women too willin' Barcelona, Spain on the beach, the sun's brilliant I give to the hood, I pose with the children Even though I got ties to the rock like a pilgrim I got guns and papers to conceal them Once revealed the fury is unyieldin' 'Til then, steppin' out the coupe like I'm in slow mo Play Cloths, fucking up the game like I'm Romo Lord knows them hoes is my Goliath They already know, come to daddy and imma buy it Under the palm trees, you feeded my papaya The latest in Louie bags, [?] [?] three times 'for the rooster crows To the fed's it ain't mine, let the truth be told [Hook] Nothing gonna stop us now, you can't stop us What you gonna do right now, you can't run We need the boss in you, we've lost this year Cause ain't nobody doing you're thing, we do, oh no Nothing gonna stop us now, you can't stop us What you gonna do right now, you can't run We need the boss in you, we've lost this year Cause ain't nobody doing you're thing, we do, oh no