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Y'all can keep on talking, dropping salt on my name While my haters keep walking, I pass by in that thang A cool hundred thousand dollars on me Spend it all on me just because I ain't got no homies 17 years day for day and 8 on parole Today we celebrating freedom, this one for you big bro Think i got bout 3 or 4 ounces on me We gon smoke until i ain't got no more ounces on me I think they mad at us cause we ain't trying to turn up So if it ain't screwed up it really dont concern us Everybody moving slow we all double cupped up They say the south fell off, they got us double fucked up Why they hate me so much? I don't know Thats why I keep my gun off safety so much And if it can't go with me then I don't go Why they hate me so much Cause I dont fuck with nobody I stay in my own lane I dont give a fuck what y'all be doing That's y'all motherfucking business I'm interested in doing my own thang Out of all my old homies I used to fuck with Rick D and Grady only ones I still fuck with SongtexteCause it ain't matter if I had a million bucks or straight up buckless Real niggas do real thangs If it ain't real we could give a fuck less Another hundred thousand on another car 50 thousand down on another home And the IRS wanna know who paid for it Tell them I wrote another song Just me myself and I quite frankly you can leave us the fuck alone Yeah bitch you a bad bitch but they taking my picture I'm who they touching on Niggas hate me cause instead of them I'm who they woman been sucking on And wherever her baby daddy name tatted, thats what im busting on When I'm out in public, my attitude is fuck it I'm in the Bentley but I'm driving it like it's a bucket Why they hate me so much? I don't know Thats why I keep my gun off safety so much And if it can't go with me then i don't go Why they hate me so much Cause I dont fuck with nobody I stay in my own lane I dont give a fuck what yall be doing Thats yall motherfucking business I'm interested in doing my own thang Question: Is it because I'm successful? Managing all this money man I swear it's so stressful Thought I had a brother and a cousin I'm so forgetful It was me the whole time by my damn self, I had wings, no Redbull I'm just saying, I was trapping hard as I could trap Niggas hated my shit I still was rapping hard as I could rap Niggas say they love you but rob you what part of the heart is that? I dont love no nigga I dont love no bitch I'm blackhearted and that's a fact They mad at me cause i got 200 on the dash And this ain't the '90s no more I dont need you to pitch in on the gas Niggas screaming hate at me but my money is so much louder though I wish DJ Screw was alive cause he'd be proud of 'Ro and the way they hate me Why they hate me so much? I don't know Thats why I keep my gun off safety so much And if it can't go with me then I don't go Why they hate me so much Cause I dont fuck with nobody I stay in my own lane I dont give a fuck what y'all be doing Thats y'all motherfucking business I'm interested in doing my own thang Aus Songtexte Mania