ALWAYS HATING lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, Ecko, turn it up)
(Ayy, Ecko, turn this beat off if I ain't trippin' on it)

[Chorus]
Life is great, why you n*ggas always hatin'?
All the b*tches wanna f*ck me 'cause I'm famous
Still on my grind, but these n*ggas think I made it
This off the kitty, she makin' secret arrangements
His white Forces turnin' yellow, this n*gga dangerous
Talkin' spicy, I got seasoning, b*tch, I'm Cajun
Told the b*tch you can suck me, just occasionally
"Neck broke, lord, why you put this pain on me?"

[Verse 1]
It's hard to miss me with these big-ass chains on me
How you got the foreign whip with the tank on E?
I don't care where n*ggas from, don't bang on me
These n*ggas out here gettin' rich off fakе Codeine
All I want is the monеy, nothin' more, nothin' less
When it come to gettin' money, I know I'm a vet'
I'll beat a pus*y n*gga ass, make him go to the vet
She said I look like a baller, I know I'm a catch
Drippin' way too much sauce, I know I'm a mess
b*tch told me I'm cool as sh*t, I know I'm a gest
Wake up with a big ego 'cause I know that I'm destined
When you got a voice, you don't argue with the messenger
You the type to give your b*tch a black eye 'cause I messaged her
Told her I got business to handle, we gotta cancel church
Wake up and start my day with two brands of Earth
Sometimes, even when I'm sleepin', I'm workin'
The Plug
[Chorus]
Life is great, why you n*ggas always hatin'?
All the b*tches wanna f*ck me 'cause I'm famous
Still on my grind, but these n*ggas think I made it
This off the kitty, she makin' secret arrangements
His white Forces turnin' yellow, this n*gga dangerous
Talkin' spicy, I got seasoning, b*tch, I'm Cajun
Told the b*tch you can suck me, just occasionally
"Neck broke, lord, why you put this pain on me?"

[Verse 2]
She like, "Ralfy, why you put that thing on me?"
I ain't asked you where you from, so don't bang on me
It's hard to walk with these big-ass chains on me
These n*ggas out here ready to die off fake Codeine
You can't be a broke bum hatin' on me
They like, "How you puttin' that sh*t on?" AOB
One thing I can't stand is a fake OG
Hit the field, and if I pass, the drank on me
Like it's the first day of school, the pape' on me
b*tch know I got chips, she gon' lay it on me
My game sharp, don't get cut, I got a razor on me
40 bulgin', b*tch, I don't got no pager on me
I told the b*tch, "You can eat me occasionally"
b*tch, I got that sh*t on, made in Italy
I got game, don't get played like Sega Genesis
I know I'ma be rich, I envisioned it, the Plug
[Chorus]
Life is great, why you n*ggas always hatin'?
All the b*tches wanna f*ck me 'cause I'm famous
Still on my grind, but these n*ggas think I made it
This off the kitty, she makin' secret arrangements
His white Forces turnin' yellow, this n*gga dangerous
Talkin' spicy, I got seasoning, b*tch, I'm Cajun
Told the b*tch you can suck me, just occasionally
"Neck broke, lord, why you put this pain on me?"