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• Artiste: FCG Heem
• Titre: Haters
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(Pipe that shit up, TnT) (LC) And, um, that's just, I guess that's life, huh? (Why they goin' at the youngin?) (They mad he turnin' nothing into something) Showed niggas too much love, like (Mmm, why they goin' at the youngin?) Feel me? Your idols could become your rivals, for real (I ain't goin' nowhere) It's the sad case, though It's all love, man (I know I'm gon' blow on these niggas) Ayy, tell lil' bruh he missed his wave Bitch, it ain't my fault you sat and played How you mad I want my mama living straight? Yeah, okay, you want a big crib, huh? You want your people livin' good You tryna make sure all your niggas out the hood This that pain and that struggle You don't know what the fuck it took for me to bubble Nobody believed in me, I had to hustle Why they going at the youngin? They mad he turnin' nothing into something Know my mama proud of what her son becoming My brudda know it ain't nothin', I'll give that boy my last Lil' woadie moving fast, I just hope that he don't crash Coronavirus, I can't leave the house without my mask I know these niggas plottin', that's why I keep a extra mag Toe tags, them young niggas handin' out body bags Ain't a nigga in my city better than me, these niggas trash Can't wait to run my millions up, know I'm gon' have a blast Came straight up out the blue, I know I'm making these niggas mad, yeah Fuck that shit, let's make these niggas madder (Yeah) If it ain't 'bout no money, it don't matter I lost my woadie, I don't think I could be sadder Checked the stats, I think my pockets gettin' fatter, woah Damn, I can't believe this shit here, man This shit, idols turned to rivals, for real, like Feel me? Like I was showing love, like, damn That what's happen when you show niggas too much love Like you can't expect the same love you give a nigga That nigga gon' give you that shit back, you feel me? Shit, it's all good, though Ayy, yeah Yeah, oh, oh Ayy, yeah Ayy, tell lil' bruh he missed his wave Bitch, it ain't my fault you sat and played How you mad I want my mama living straight? Yeah, okay, you want a big crib, huh? You want your people livin' good You tryna make sure all your niggas out the hood This that pain and that struggle You don't know what the fuck it took for me to bubble Nobody believed in me, I had to hustle Why they going at the youngin? They mad he turnin' nothing into something Know my mama proud of what her son becoming I know my mama proud of what her son becoming I'ma keep hustling I know my mama proud of what her son becoming, yeah Oh, I got no limit in this bitch with me, yeah, yo (Oh, I got no limit in this bitch with me, yeah, yo)