Hypnotized By Hatred

Lyrics

[Intro: *Clip from a Boosie interview with VLAD TV*] And it's always like that Wherever you from, you will get hated the most You know, most rappers die in they own city, it's a fact You know what they hate you for no reason They hate you for, they hate you for your success If you was a local rapper and you didn't have much, they would love you You know, you develop hatred in your own city Niggas gon' hate you in your city I advise everybody, once they get money, get out they city, man [Interlude] On the road to success The one thing you gotta worry about probably the most: Is your own hometown Now see the place that you grew up in, where you were raised at It's supposed to be filled with love Your neighbors, your community, it's supposed to have your back But instead they'll turn their back on you And (?) you 'til your demise [Verse 1: RJ Payne] Check, Nipsey took us to places we haven't gone He ran his Victory Lap, and inspired my Marathon Halie Selassie probably, a modern day Farrakhan They had us stuck in the maze and trapped in a rabbit form 'Til he set us free, gave us that independent game We ain't never see, how they gon' profit off my name Versus 'stead of me Now I get 15 bucks off a album PayPal get they cut, but the rest is me Yeah, and I owe it to him My career's on a fast track, won't ever slow up again I blew up, then fell off, then got to blow up again I celebrate while rollin' up, I let it blow in the wind, it's PAYNE!!! 'Cause of you, I been building it right Rest in peace, prayers up to ya children and wife, I'm gone [Interlude] Envy breeds deeply within the heart of the hood And every hood across America So you have to be careful When you get out, stay out, you can't help everybody Because home ain't really home, is it? [Verse 2: RJ Payne] Uh, let's go So many rappers tried to make a livin' When you successful, the people at home treat you different See when you makin' chicken gotta make decisions 'Cause there's some niggas waitin', sittin' for the day you slippin' Look at Chinx Drugz, look at Triple X You give the hood love, and they give you death Whether Crip or Blood, or a different set The streets don't love nobody, y'all don't get it yet No disrespect, I'm all about pride Sometimes you gotta love the inner city from the outside 'Cause when ya life ends all the clout dies The label make the money off our death and wipe us out dry Gettin' money is the object Don't kill yourself tryin' to help the hood in the process It's PAYNE!!! [Interlude] It's a common thing But it's hard to see that 'cause love is blind And let's admit it, you love where you're from And you wanna help everybody there But once you start doing ya thing, people can't stand that How is this person right next to me becoming successful And I'm still here, and that's when envy starts You getting too much love [Verse 3: RJ Payne] Yeah, check I'm contemplatin' as I light the weed Why would I chill inside a place I had to fight to leave? Learnt the game in and out, I got the right degrees I'm livin' proof if you workin' hard, then you might succeed Uh, I'm kinda bougie to be technical Strictly family, for niggas and groupies I'm not accessible Uh, and it don't mean I'm thinkin' less of you I'm just thinkin' more of myself, I'm bein' respectable Yeah, bottom line, we got a different mission Y'all gettin' lit, I'm tryin' to make these young niggas listen I'm here to save a soul, you tryin' to get attention That's why I did it different, this my been addiction We surrounded by the blatant evil I ain't come to save the hood, I came to save the people It's PAYNE!!! [Outro] One place you gotta keep ya eye on, is your own backyard I hate to say that Make sure you do what you have to do Keep your eyes and your ears open Check on your circle, make sure everybody in it is real And do you (PA Dre, we got one, my nigga) Success is contagious It brings positive and negative energy When that negative energy comes and you gotta look at it Best believe it's coming from home