Hatin' Me

(*talking*) Say Q, man feel this here, I don't know why These motherfuckers be hating us the way they do Every motherfucking day, all motherfucking day long Nigga can't get no motherfucking rest, that's why I drink and smoke so motherfucking much You feel me, get off my dick [Hook] Why you be hating me Day and night, baby Mad at me, cause I don't buy The dreams that you selling lately [Z-Ro] I needed to get up off my rump, and stack something I was tired of walking around, ready to plack something Big heads, screwdrivers, spark plugs to break the glass Hold my bases of selling dope, anything to get that cash I was getting grown faster, than average niggas Bills and mouths to feed, I needed cabbage nigga Did a little rapping on the side, but I was full time grind Till they ran up and 50 one eleven, and shut it down When I got out, I wanted to get some work and do it over Instead I picked up a pen, and got to jotting in a folder Niggas was bobbing they head, bitches was bobbing they head The first time in my life, I didn't worry bout no feds But I wasn't out the woods yet, round shife too Niggas be killing eachother over lime light fool Ain't with it fuck a million, I just want what I earn But they don't like it when I holler KMJ because it burn [Hook] [Z-Ro] If you wanna jam, you can grab a hold of my funk But if you plan to take me off of my game, like I'm a chump I won't punk about it, I'mma do my thang Dumping on niggas from the turning lane But it's burning man, cause that's how it go down Niggas be trying to get you, when you live in H-Town And you throwed, in the game Wanna get you for your mouthpiece or your name Have you giving up hits, having no change Having more overdue bills, no strings Not me, no more, it's a new day I'm in a new ride, and it's looking too gray Remember if you sew it, it'll read right back So when you treat a nigga wrong, the heavens'll handle that [Hook] [Z-Ro] Got a name for myself now, selling them tapes I still be traveling I-10, but I ain't selling no weight No more, blue over gray four do', in and out the lanes Steady keeping my melodies, running in and out your brain But I need my money, cause ain't no working for free If it ain't twenty-five hundred, no appearances from the Z Man, got to get my feet man, got to be treated fair Trying to put me on a back burner, I'm out of there A veteran to the game, you can't do me like no ho When my crib got flooded, you didn't help me you let me float Now you wanna exercise your contractual right But if you fuck me the first time, there ain't gon be a twice Recognize ain't no hate in my heart, cause I'm a guard I don't hate nobody, just hate it when times get hard In my new situation, I'm having rich-nigga troubles Without the switch, I'd have in a ditch-nigga troubles [Hook]