'cause breakin old habits so hard to do You got rich 'n' g shits still a part of you 'cause breakin' old habits so hard to do You still watch for da haters 'n' the rugged crew When I was shot dat nigga like I started to The coup man 'cause breakin' old

I done killed so many niggaz in the booth I sell rappers on ebay, Soldiers couldn't cause more disaster on D-Day, Haters better cover up they jaw like freeway, Cause every hit records spit instant like replay, Hold the line I got ya momma on 3-way, Tell

Like a war child I'm like, I'm like Whoa, whoa (I'm like) whoa, whoa (I'm like) I'm like, I'm like, I'm like I like to get my fuckin' fade on I'm feeling sexy, I'm like (Ooh) Them haters tryin' to get their hate on (Fuckin' war child)

I was made for this shit, rookie of the year I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed Trade my Honda to a Bentley Now these fuckboys wanna end me Ammunition, I got

You could be anything in this world Momma said, you could be anything in this world But of all things in this life you could pick to be You sure look like a hater or a bitch to me Of all things you could pick to be You sure look like a bitch to me

Mueve ese culo pero con calma en la socia Otra botella mami viene pa’ la mesa De to’a las baby yo la que quiero es a esa El envidioso siempre habla como sea Cógelo suave que se me caen las pistolas Quiero venirme entre en medio 'e tus tetotas

This song is for you, this song is for you I ain't singing to you... I ain't singing to you To all the lovers in the place... lovers in the place To all the haters in the place... haters in the place (You know it, you know it) (you know it, you know it)

I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something You looking bad I prolly throw you something I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin' I caught cases never told 'em nothing Got all these chains and this change on me Niggas said

Now they say home is where the hate is Pulling up, “Hi, haters!” I know, I’ve been on a hiatus Caught up in the lights I've been blinded by Las Vegas Ain’t it ironic before I was twenty one I put my future on the table and I won See they told me, “Life’s

You sound like a bitch, bitch Shut the fuck up When your fans become your haters Fuck, your beard's weird You yellin' at the mic, you weird beard We doin' this once Your beard's weird, why you yellin' at the mic?