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