Why They Gotta Hate?

Im just a n***a that bet up my life you sittin' in the same spot from last year
don’t put the blame on me
They talkin' shit under they breath these n****s mad i went to get the extra
step
Im smoking the zaza (*Cough*)
The choppa go grratta (Braow)
You take one step closer you gon' go bye bye
I put yo head on the plate, they eat it like five guys
And then i call up Big Blake, that’s my mans till I die (My Man)
That’s my man till I die, cause i know he gonna ride
If he see me in any problem I know he gonna pop (Bow)
If a hand even touch me a body gotta drop (Drop)
Im a man, Im not perfect but this hustle don’t stop (It don’t stop)
When I get up, get up I gotta get a bankroll
I see right through all that fake shit I don’t think so
I gave my young n****s some money to lay low
Stacking this paper just like it’s a Legos
Yeah, Yeah
I said now why they gotta hate on me? (Why you gotta hate?)
Why they gotta hate on me? (Why you gotta hate?)
Yeah (LINGO!)
I said now why they gotta hate on me? (Why you gotta hate?)
Why they gotta hate on me? (Why you gotta hate?)