Hate’s Real

Lyrics

[Intro: YFN Lucci] (AK-47) Wherever you from you will get hated the most, that's a fact You know, you have haters who Who was in school with you and they mad because they was on, they was in In that third grade class with you But they don't have the same hustle as you You know, they hate you for no reason, they hate you for They hate you for your success If you was a local rapper and you, you didn't have much, they would love you You know, and these people, you develop hatred in your own city Yeah, look [Verse 1: YFN Lucci] A lotta niggas in they feelings, I can feel it Just copped a coupe, rеmoved the ceiling Goin' back to my old ways, I ain't been thеre in a minute, huh Back to pourin' fours, I ain't poured up in a minute, yeah How did you quit sippin'? Yeah, never get caught slippin', yeah I stay right off Lenox, yeah, penthouse right on Lenox, yeah Hey, I think I might rent it out, I just got a big amount I been had that Maybach, but I just had to go tint it out (Look) I ain't have no feelings then, but I got some feelings now She ain't have no titties then, but she got some titties now (Uh) They like, "Goddamn, boy, Lil Ray Ray, boy, you spendin' now" They like, "Goddamn, boy, Lil Ray Ray, boy, you eatin' now" Probably home eatin' her, shave, I don't eat hair Pappadeaux eatin' crab, bitch, go take a mean bath Bitch, come take a money bath, we got money everywhere Ayy, we got pounds underground, but it ain't really none never left You don't come around with them bricks and you don't never care I put them units in the town, you a clown, you don't never I get that paper, bust it down with my nigga, you don't never share I swear I really stayed down, stayed down just to make it here, yeah, yeah, yeah (Look) I just left Jamaica, yeah, glad I finally made it there Know I got some family there Some people don't make it there Some people don't make it here Some people don't make an M That money don't make you real [Chorus: YFN Lucci] Even the real hate, yeah, the real hate, that shit real, ain't it? Yeah Rollie on me real lake, your shit real fake, yeah Cross your own man out, boy, you real fake, yeah And we ain't get no handouts, my nigga still take, yeah Yeah, we still take, yeah, and we still pray, yeah And we still lay on niggas like they still prey, yeah And you know a nigga still get them bills payed In this world, ain't it crazy how the real hate? [Post-Chorus: YFN Lucci] You know, I went through a situation with one of my guys, we was We was like this, man In this world, ain't it crazy how the real hate? Then I started rappin' and got more than, got more than him, he became jealous of it Just changed on me, man In this world, ain't it crazy how the real hate? [Verse 2: Boosie Badazz] He used to sit right beside me in the gym (Yeah) I was fuckin' Big Red, he was fuckin' Slim (Yeah) Tryna grab the net off the fuckin' same rim Never thought in a mil' that a mil'd change him 'Cause we ('Cause we fuckin') Mud babies, thug babies (Thug) Sold our first pack, now you shoot me in the back How you wanna see me win, nigga, when you falling back? (Okay) I guess you want my spot, you wanna rap (Nigga) Crazy baby mama trippin', hatin' on me hard (Ho) Bitch, I beat that charge, shut the fuck up, eat that charge (Ho) We flyin' out tomorrow all my niggas goin' hard (Yeah) Your big dawg eatin', ain't nobody 'bout to starve Nigga hating 'cause we made it out the bricks, you a bitch You ain't hatin' 'bout a bitch, nigga hatin' 'cause I'm lit Dope boy swag when I'm steppin' in the 'fit (Gang) Spare nan' nigga, man, I'm givin' nigga sticks (Yeah, yeah) Used to fuck with Nut way back 2008 (Nut) Every time I land, he would get a nigga straight (Yeah) Like my main man, Big Nut got hate This to every real nigga, get your money, be safe Bitch, I got big B's on my neck (Wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet) Bitch, I got real G's on my set (Bet, bet, bet, bet, bet, bet, bet) [Chorus: YFN Lucci] Even the real hate, yeah, the real hate, that shit real, ain't it? Yeah Rollie on me real lake, your shit real fake, yeah Cross your own man out, boy, you real fake, yeah And we ain't get no handouts, my nigga still take, yeah Yeah, we still take, yeah, and we still pray, yeah And we still lay on niggas like they still prey, yeah And you know a nigga still get them bills payed In this world, ain't it crazy how the real hate? [Post-Chorus: YFN Lucci] Those guys who been lookin' at you Your whole life and buildin' up envy They build up envy In this world, ain't it crazy how the real hate? They can't stop you from gettin' money You don't wanna be their friend on social You can't come in they crew and get any kind of money In this world, ain't it crazy how the real hate? They're, they're too big for you to even try to beef with Evil, evil get in 'em so much to where they say "I just wan' see him dead, it's the only way we can It's the only way we can get rid of him"