Snap of my fingers three shooters roll out
What you about
Running ya mouth but not one to shout
Something is out
Its nothing but music but nothing to scout
And hit up ya house
Paroose ya computer and choosing ya route
With nothing to vouch
I been raw on a mic sawed off on your jaw and I pop and you die
I thought it was obvious not to of lied to me dog you a goner
That sought to the top but you caught in the life
Of the ballers and jobless to got to the high
And I know these mother f*ckers wanna be me
But it aint a possibility
I'm a thriller when I hit a beat and spit a sheet
Words real like feeling too healed to speak out
Had the damage done now I manage funds for the baddest sons
Ima track what comes and put it back to run
Get that paper make fast bank f*ck a calculator
Ya bitch is in danger I'm bound to take her
Looking at me like she found her savior
Solo rider till the day I f*cking die
They wanna look at me and hate but I just buck em wit the 5
I know they hating on me
Hating on me know they hating on me
They wanna take this money
But they cant take it from me
Got few that's around me that I could respect
They broke and a wreck
Leave em behind me without getting checks
What you doing next
Repping my set I'm controlling the west
Not one to fret
Making that money and holding a tech I been known to collect
The joking is over I'm dope and yet I'm soaking in more of
The horrid and gore that I'm more of a sort to be born to death
But I'm bored of chess
Getting to the top with them recorded breathes
Been a supplier it isn't that hidden attire is given the image of higher and hire me
I aint a tryer
With a flick of my lighter
Ima be ripped on that piff that I twisted to spliff man that shit has been fire
This shit is all I do
Thinking up a rhythm and I follow through
Writing down words that when put all together
I make you feel shit that you thought as truth
F*ck your opinion cuz this shits hard to do
Solo rider till the day I f*cking die
They wanna look at me and hate but I just buck em wit the 5
I know they hating on me
Hating on me know they hating on me
They wanna take this money
But they cant take it from me
Doc Crazy - Hatin' on Me Lyrics
Doc Crazy - Hatin' on Me Lyrics
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Snap of my fingers three shooters roll out
What you about
Running ya mouth but not one to shout
Something is out
Its nothing but music but nothing to scout
And hit up ya house
Paroose ya computer and choosing ya route
With nothing to vouch
I been raw on a mic sawed off on your jaw and I pop and you die
I thought it was obvious not to of lied to me dog you a goner
That sought to the top but you caught in the life
Of the ballers and jobless to got to the high
And I know these mother f*ckers wanna be me
But it aint a possibility
I'm a thriller when I hit a beat and spit a sheet
Words real like feeling too healed to speak out
Had the damage done now I manage funds for the baddest sons
Ima track what comes and put it back to run
Get that paper make fast bank f*ck a calculator
Ya bitch is in danger I'm bound to take her
Looking at me like she found her savior
Solo rider till the day I f*cking die
They wanna look at me and hate but I just buck em wit the 5
I know they hating on me
Hating on me know they hating on me
They wanna take this money
But they cant take it from me
Got few that's around me that I could respect
They broke and a wreck
Leave em behind me without getting checks
What you doing next
Repping my set I'm controlling the west
Not one to fret
Making that money and holding a tech I been known to collect
The joking is over I'm dope and yet I'm soaking in more of
The horrid and gore that I'm more of a sort to be born to death
But I'm bored of chess
Getting to the top with them recorded breathes
Been a supplier it isn't that hidden attire is given the image of higher and hire me
I aint a tryer
With a flick of my lighter
Ima be ripped on that piff that I twisted to spliff man that shit has been fire
This shit is all I do
Thinking up a rhythm and I follow through
Writing down words that when put all together
I make you feel shit that you thought as truth
F*ck your opinion cuz this shits hard to do
Solo rider till the day I f*cking die
They wanna look at me and hate but I just buck em wit the 5
I know they hating on me
Hating on me know they hating on me
They wanna take this money
But they cant take it from me
What you about
Running ya mouth but not one to shout
Something is out
Its nothing but music but nothing to scout
And hit up ya house
Paroose ya computer and choosing ya route
With nothing to vouch
I been raw on a mic sawed off on your jaw and I pop and you die
I thought it was obvious not to of lied to me dog you a goner
That sought to the top but you caught in the life
Of the ballers and jobless to got to the high
And I know these mother f*ckers wanna be me
But it aint a possibility
I'm a thriller when I hit a beat and spit a sheet
Words real like feeling too healed to speak out
Had the damage done now I manage funds for the baddest sons
Ima track what comes and put it back to run
Get that paper make fast bank f*ck a calculator
Ya bitch is in danger I'm bound to take her
Looking at me like she found her savior
Solo rider till the day I f*cking die
They wanna look at me and hate but I just buck em wit the 5
I know they hating on me
Hating on me know they hating on me
They wanna take this money
But they cant take it from me
Got few that's around me that I could respect
They broke and a wreck
Leave em behind me without getting checks
What you doing next
Repping my set I'm controlling the west
Not one to fret
Making that money and holding a tech I been known to collect
The joking is over I'm dope and yet I'm soaking in more of
The horrid and gore that I'm more of a sort to be born to death
But I'm bored of chess
Getting to the top with them recorded breathes
Been a supplier it isn't that hidden attire is given the image of higher and hire me
I aint a tryer
With a flick of my lighter
Ima be ripped on that piff that I twisted to spliff man that shit has been fire
This shit is all I do
Thinking up a rhythm and I follow through
Writing down words that when put all together
I make you feel shit that you thought as truth
F*ck your opinion cuz this shits hard to do
Solo rider till the day I f*cking die
They wanna look at me and hate but I just buck em wit the 5
I know they hating on me
Hating on me know they hating on me
They wanna take this money
But they cant take it from me
Writer: Drae Ryan
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