Haters Gonna Hate (feat. B-Viz)

Get on the mic, could write a jam in a minute,
Put pen to paper, add the bass then I hit it.
It's the K to the I to the N to the G,
B to the A to the V, that's me.
Out on the go, with the maestro flow,
Girls on the flo, when I get to the show.
Bust out 10, then I'm out with a Milli,
Rhymes so sick, I drive them all silly.
All you pseudo rappers, just really want to be me,
Closest you're going to get, is to see me, on your TV.
I'm running this gig, all the way from Southern Cali,
Benz souped up, parked in, the back alley.
Show ends at 10, and we're driving through the Valley,
We got all night, but don't you dare call
Me Pally.
Got nothing left to prove, I don't need this game,
Got money stacked in bunches, I don't need this fame.
Don't come to me, but I'll take the blame,
Everybody in this world, they all know my name.
(Hook)(1 measure)
Haters gonna hate,
Haters gonna hate,
Haters gonna hate,
Hate to tell them their fate.
(Bviz)
It's dark out, haters need food,
Flashlight on, see a shadow move.
Thinkin' I'm prey, hittin' my groove,
But serve me with the turkey, I am mashed potato smooth.
Uh,
Flip on the switch, the haters been asking where's the kid?
But I have to drop in summer, cuz I am solstice lit.
And ya'll been talking slick, for like ten years,
I'm 20 now, I run the game, and ya'll just ref here.
They claim I'm moving foul, they try to call charging,
But me, I Euro step the beat like Giannis.
Cuz see, we are not the same, don't get me started,
Haters flow Ford, my bars be Aston Martin.
Better rev it up, other rappers have got me yawning,
So I drop this hot verse, to leave 'em redder than a target.
People drop one good song, and think they poppin',
Off cuz 15 minutes, headin' straight to the noggin.
Lost is that they need, to back it up before they flaunt it,
This is album number six, you know we just tauntin'.
(Hook)
Haters gonna hate,
Haters gonna hate,
Haters gonna hate,
Hate to tell them their fate.
(King B.A.V)
Album number 6, don't look like I'm stoppin',
Jam after jam, on the mic that I'm rockin'.
Going all night, when I'm locked in on a topic,
When I need a day off, I go down to the
Tropics.
Bviz joining me, 'cause you know we both own it,
Skills so elite, no doubt that we shown it.
Studio, stage, then off to the bank,
Money so thick, we pack it up in a tank.
Checks that you get, too often, left blank,
King B.A.V. always hitting top rank.
(Bviz)
And guess who's close behind?
Best bet our flows combine.
And spit formaldehyde,
Inside these other rappers' minds.
It's almost closing time,
I think it's toasting time,
So let me introduce the two best rappers alive.
Checks are clearin' too,
Pretty soon they callin' me Merrill Lynch.
King had hit my line for the verse, to shut up the arrogant,
No longer a kid, so it's destiny leave 'em desolate.
Don't you say my name, there's no comparison,
Haters' banks are bare, and their bars straight embarrassin'.
(Hook) (1 measure) (2xs)
Haters gonna hate,
Haters gonna hate,
Haters gonna hate,
Hate to tell them their fate.