The Haters Wish

Big shout-out to the Re-Up Gang
All of the Re-Up Gang
I'm talking to my niggas in
The street right now
You know, they love to hate us you know
E-everybody in the game who
Who they've been sayin' for the past
Ten years is going to jail
They've been wishin' jail on us
For the past ten years
That's crazy, right? Haha! I love it though
Fuck 'em

Tell me
How could you go against the lord's will
Count my blessings every time
Them Yokohama's squeal
Or that engine purr, that fur feline feel
Death to haters so I gives
It to them overkill
Over kill chill in chains like field niggas
You know my roots
My history's revealed nigga
Straight fish scale, all I'm missing is gills
The rosé spills on that eel skin
Thousand gram relay
We just passin' the baton
Niggas runnin' the race just
To settle for Solange (second)
Every bitch love 'em
They just sit and discuss 'em
He just they closest thing to heaven
Only god's above 'em
Keep the devil below me
Getting money to show me
I ride the 'rari, hopped over the Aston
I'm Kobe they wishin' death
As they see my worth escalate
I'm driven by the disgusting niggas
So I welcome hate

Nothing gonna stop us now, you can't stop us
What you gonna do right now, you can't run
We need the boss in you, we've lost this year
Cause ain't nobody doing you're thing, we do
Oh no
Nothing gonna stop us now, you can't stop us
What you gonna do right now, you can't run
We need the boss in you, we've lost this year
Cause ain't nobody doing you're thing, we do
Oh no

Imma leave it in my memoirs
Chauffeurs and foreign cars
Lines 'round the building the
Fan's paying homage
The charms resilient, the women too willin'
Barcelona, Spain on the beach
The sun's brilliant
I give to the hood, I pose with the children
Even though I got ties to
The rock like a pilgrim
I got guns and papers to conceal them
Once revealed the fury is unyieldin'
'Til then
Steppin' out the coupe like I'm in slow mo
Play Cloths
Fucking up the game like I'm Romo
Lord knows them hoes is my Goliath
They already know
Come to daddy and imma buy it
Under the palm trees, you feeded my papaya
The latest in Louie bags
Three times 'for the rooster crows
To the fed's it ain't mine
Let the truth be told

Nothing gonna stop us now, you can't stop us
What you gonna do right now, you can't run
We need the boss in you, we've lost this year
Cause ain't nobody doing you're thing, we do
Oh no
Nothing gonna stop us now, you can't stop us
What you gonna do right now, you can't run
We need the boss in you, we've lost this year
Cause ain't nobody doing you're thing, we do
Oh no