Dear Mr. Hater man
I was sitting around wonderin "why you hattin man?"
You hate now say wuddup then you shake my hand
In a minute i turn around you just hate again
You gotta problem hater(Problem hater)
You needa take care of your problems hater
So why you talking bout the music that i make
Like if you could do the same
Yeah opinion mean nothin to me
Cus right now i ______ way harder
And my shit way harder
But you still steady fucking with me
And listen up i ain't lookin for approval
But uh you think you better than me
You gotta be smoking that shit
On top of that you suck
Please step up and rise
For the next time you come around talking that shit
And then i holla
Yeah hey man it's me again
I think it's funny how you hate
But you still listenin
You coulda been started hatin on my next rap
Or maybe skip started hatin on my next track
I think you feel this hater
Deep down i think you feel this hater
Hey Mister tell me why your heartbeat races
And your palms start sweating
Every time i put up a new track
Then you turn my music down whenever someone around
Cus you dont want em to know
Bout how you vibe like that
You turn me up you ground on me
Put you in the spotlight hmm what do i see?
Hatin niggas love seein niggas trip
Its a trick everybody in this beast
Said he hatin on me
And then i holla
Middle finger to the haters
Flip to switch man im going off
And they be like that nigga sings
Man that nigga soft
Why? cus i aint talking bout bustin gas
Sellin crack
And im all into bustin beats man
Sellin tracks
Man i just think you got a problem hater
(Whatever it is man)
I think you got a problem hater
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