[Intro]
Ayy, man, T, pick up the phone bro
I'm weird too, bro, I'm weird like you (Winiss)
[Verse 1]
Rapsody call me 3Pac
I'm the illest, I need [?]
Wack outro stripes, rockin' Reebok
Mo' metal on the homies than a EGOT
Still run the underground like Tubman
Cry me a river to hop over, I'm the jumpman
I'm only up to what no one can
That's why they hatin' on me
[Chorus]
(Soulo) Stop hatin' on me
(Hoe) Stop hatin' on me
Fuck you and your game, stop hatin' on me
Fuck you and your name, stop hatin' on me
(Ahh, fuck that, T, man, tap in bro, I'm a creator too, cuz)
[Verse 2]
Abstract asshole, Ab-Soul
Get packed, out, I don't wrestle
Black lip fiasco, I'm that cold
Pass the Tabasco, I'm back hoe (Woah, woah, woah)
Ay, man
Make it clap for a real nigga, make it shake
[?], till the outside, [?]
[?] was another one bites the dust
I coulda' signed, but I'm worth three times as much
It's my world, full of squirrels, and I might go nuts
Throw it back, bitch, no -ifs', -ands', or -buts'
Now about face, back (Ayy) or ten-hut
Yeah I'm on ten, times ten million
I'm sickening, you fillin' up, prescription
I need your dividends and your attention
Stop hatin' on me
[Verse 3]
(Ugh, stop hatin' on me)
I just might be in your hood
I'm Elroy, she don't know no good
Real [?] junkie, so fresh, lil' funky ass bitch
I'm just countin' my money, bein' broke is so funny
I'm very hilarious, wise dummy
God's rain so sunny, you'll melt in that flood
I hope you float though
Honestly, it's opposite, I hope you don't
The black [?] bitch with a thick Yoko Ono (Oh no)
Slope is slippery
Combust for you to know we ain't got no chemistry
Blue flag on the play, no penalty
Pro Club, yo' face, in loving memory (Ugh)
[Outro]
Nah, bro
T, fuck with me bro, come on bro, I'm weird too, bro
I— I remember when you— bro, you used to— bro
You used to draw— you used to draw dicks, bro, bro
Respectfully, though
Stop hatin' on me
Why they hatin 'on me?