HATERS lyrics

[Intro]
(Pipe that sh*t up, TnT)
(LC)
And, um, that's just, I guess that's life, huh?
(Why they goin' at the youngin?)
(They mad he turnin' nothing into something)
Showed n*ggas too much love, like
(Mmm, why they goin' at the youngin?) Feel me?
Your idols could become your rivals, for real (I ain't goin' nowhere)
It's the sad case, though
It's all love, man (I know I'm gon' blow on these n*ggas)

[Chorus]
Ayy, tell lil' bruh he missed his wave
b*tch, it ain't my fault you sat and played
How you mad I want my mama living straight?
Yeah, okay, you want a big crib, huh?
You want your people livin' good
You tryna make sure all your n*ggas out the hood
This that pain and that struggle
You don't know what the f*ck it took for me to bubble
Nobody believed in me, I had to hustle
Why they going at the youngin?
They mad he turnin' nothing into something
Know my mama proud of what her son becoming
[Verse]
My brudda know it ain't nothin', I'll give that boy my last
Lil' woadie moving fast, I just hope that he don't crash
Coronavirus, I can't leave the house without my mask
I know these n*ggas plottin', that's why I keep a extra mag
Toe tags, them young n*ggas handin' out body bags
Ain't a n*gga in my city better than me, these n*ggas trash
Can't wait to run my millions up, know I'm gon' have a blast
Came straight up out the blue, I know I'm making these n*ggas mad, yeah
f*ck that sh*t, let's make these n*ggas madder (Yeah)
If it ain't 'bout no money, it don't matter
I lost my woadie, I don't think I could be sadder
Checked the stats, I think my pockets gettin' fatter, woah

[Bridge]
Damn, I can't believe this sh*t here, man
This sh*t, idols turned to rivals, for real, like
Feel me? Like I was showing love, like, damn
That what's happen when you show n*ggas too much love
Like you can't expect the same love you give a n*gga
That n*gga gon' give you that sh*t back, you feel me?
sh*t, it's all good, though
Ayy, yeah
Yeah, oh, oh
Ayy, yeah
[Chorus]
Ayy, tell lil' bruh he missed his wave
b*tch, it ain't my fault you sat and played
How you mad I want my mama living straight?
Yeah, okay, you want a big crib, huh?
You want your people livin' good
You tryna make sure all your n*ggas out the hood
This that pain and that struggle
You don't know what the f*ck it took for me to bubble
Nobody believed in me, I had to hustle
Why they going at the youngin?
They mad he turnin' nothing into something
Know my mama proud of what her son becoming

[Outro]
I know my mama proud of what her son becoming
I'ma keep hustling
I know my mama proud of what her son becoming, yeah
Oh, I got no limit in this b*tch with me, yeah, yo
(Oh, I got no limit in this b*tch with me, yeah, yo)