Niggas Be Hating Me

Yeah

I'm lyrically inclined to be a poetic threat

A million dollar crook from a Southside set

As I proceed to break out, I'm fierously demonstratin'

On some fly pressure, on the marks, forever hatin'

Relax your mind, as I restarce the prey

Ascroociate pain, givin' left for game

Cause boys be hatin' me, and makin' my pressure rise

Niggas get bigger, but my glock same the same size

I cock it and ride, fire sweet and hit the gas

Cause as the swain glass, able to mash class

Your ass is grass, if you in that black mass

Future present past, another'll beat his ass

I'ma mash, fast, with the heart of a hustler

Quick to break up a busta, so what's up motherfuckers

I ain't makin' no bargains, no deals or no plea

Stayin' strapped at all times, cause niggas be hatin' me

Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise

I'm trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prize

Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise

Lil' Keke is a fact, won't you haters just realize, cause ah

Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise

I'm trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prize

Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise

Lil' Keke is a fact, won't you haters just realize

On the Southside, we be hittin' licks

Nine sold, have a thang, 27 the bricks

Tricks be hatin', feds got my phone tapped

Loaded glock on my lap, jealous niggas got me strapped

I black on blaze, swang freeze to floss those

Coast-to-coast shows, pimps playas and pros

A 9 I pack, dedicated to stack

Smokin' weed sippin' serve movin' ounces of crack

The shit gone hit the Fed and the strip gon' flip

The answer when you trip is a flime in a clip

I tip a hater, just like he's a waiter

A polished in mastermind, and a dope rhyme creator

Heart-breaker, a baller legendary show-stopper

Southside representin', pops up on the chopper

Open your eyes you face to face with a g

Give the game for free, cause niggas be hatin' me

Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise

I'm trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prize

Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise

Lil' Keke is a fact, won't you haters just realize, cause ah

Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise

I'm trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prize

Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise

Lil' Keke is a fact, won't you haters just realize

Now we be ballin', and yo we puttin' in work

The L-i-l K-e and this nigga named D

Back up ain't no mistakin', it's money we makin'

Put all drama on hold until the record make dough

So far so good, ain't no complaints in Herschelwood

Same things in my hood, it's understood

When the sun come up, it's dollar bills y'all

And when them punks run up, it's time to kill y'all

Somebody said to me "Whatever you do just keep it tru

Make your cash and dash cause see these haters are after you"

Flashin' gold cash in them hoes face

Nobody fuck with me, I wanna paperchase

Poetic since '84 I used to rhyme and rainbow

Noticin' how the game go, I puts it down so

You got beef then bring your beef hardrugged

From the streets of hard knocks, the way you g's love it

Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise

I'm trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prize

Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise

Lil' Keke is a fact, won't you haters just realize, cause ah

Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise

I'm trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prize

Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise

Lil' Keke is a fact, won't you haters just realize