Fuck 'Em

Tell the haters fuck 'em all
Tell the haters to get lost
Tell the haters fuck 'em all
Tell the haters we the boss
Yeah, we the boss
Yeah, we the boss
So fuck 'em all
Yeah, fuck 'em all
Tell the haters I don’t need 'em
Still walking but though I’m bleeding
Feel no love, feel so mistreated
I got no love but I don’t need it
I got myself that’s all I need
Dead man walking but feel no grieve
No longer something that you need
A punching bag to abuse & tease
It’s me against the world like 2Pac
Gave me a red nose like Rudolf
These bitches say I’m «too soft»
But I feel like a pillow that’s full of rocks
I guess lifes a bitch tryin' to fuck me over
I’m about to blow like a supernova
My words are weapons tryin' to kill the haters
About to serve you clowns like I was a waiter
Motivated by the best
I don’t really fucking stress
Smoking weed for the stress
I don’t feel there’s no contest
Fuck what a hater got to say
I’ve been moving through my own damn strive
I’ve been doing me, anyway
What the fuck you gonna say about me?
Everybody got problems and everybody see, what I don’t see
Look, I got a bigger vision now
Tell a nigga I’m taking time now
Really really got to shine now
Give me give me what’s mine now
It’s my time, I’m coming for it all
I just want to ball, Swear to god I’ll never stop
I just want it all, right now, right now
What a nigga sayin'? I’ll never back down, no
Listen, I’m in this bitch like Bobby, nobody can really stop me
Y’all niggas talking made me hop on this mic, catch a body
Hide the evidence, you niggas irreverent
I just know I’m better then the tippy-top of the totem, I told 'em, wait!
Balling on 'em like I’m Irvine
And they get big & mad, gotta chocking like I’m Curry
Not in a hurry, I take my time
Watch how I move, because these niggas dropping dimes
Ain’t no real one’s left, that’s all on my mind
Damn, feel asleep, woke up a boss
Bossing up, If you feel me toss it up
Y’all niggas ain’t real enough to realize the real lies that they told you
They say that I ain’t have the shit, it really don’t concern you so get off my
dick
Break it down 'em quick and nasty
I run this shit, I know i heard you saying this a track meet
Anyway’s its on to bigger and better days
Hey hey, what you say? Y’all really just in my way
But fuck it, Imma get this money
And dodge these niggas cause they acting pretty funny
Yall eating crumbs, chasing hunnys look
I got my mind up, Way bigger that’s really what makes us different
Tell me, Ritchey, what you figure? Yeah