Middle finger to my haters, muhfucka why you hating? I'm gone I ain't really wanna do it but I did it to em, nigga I'm gone Leave the beat shit alone, leave the bullshit at home, I'm gone Even though I'm out of here, nigga gotta keep it real, I'm gone

A real street nigga will never ever call 12 I still don't give a fuck how a fuckboy feel How you gon' keep it real and your diamonds not real? I do it so big I make a hater feel little I can't tell you why they hating but I have an idea You never liked

Please, please tell me why you always hatin' Why you hatin'? Please tell me why you always hatin' All up in my face, you not from the clique Give me space, we might rob your shit Most hate it, baby they don't love the clique I thought they love you when

Why can't we be friends, when we are lovers? 'Cause it always ends with us hating each other Instead of calling me out you should be pulling me in I've just got one more thing to say And irony is okay, I suppose Culture is to blame You try and mask your

All my niggas real Actin' brand new Why the fuck you here? Real deal, Holyfield Uh, real deal, Holyfield Uh, down to chill All my niggas in the field Money, pill, I'm a boss They hatin' still

No, I don't When am I gonna learn Why, 'cause I'm tired of hating When will it be your turn Why, 'cause I'm tired of waiting Not fooled by your misleadings Won't buy this line you're selling