Later Hater
I make music I want to, all I could ever want dude
But lately the shit haunt you like you got a fucking job to do
And you know I want all of you, all the tropes
Money fame riches bitches in the game
And all the boats, well call the coats
I see the white in their eyes but it red in disguise
Devilish grin when you dead and arrive
Til my empire I'll never retire
Fuck, here comes a burnout again
Like three months never heard of a pen
For like three months never murdered these men
And life creeps in like a burden again
Forty becomes eighty and half doesn't fucking pay me
Do the math I ain't lazy, My past the thing made me
Daddy didn't give a fuck, two when my mom was eighteen
Fam' was never rich enough, The zoo my only vacation
Why you hating, this kid's gonna be a rapper
Why you hating, you ain't got bars little bitch
Why you hating, who the fuck he think he is
Why you hating, dog that shits weak man
Money problems but no problems with the money heh, funny
Looking dummy when you stunting and spending to get honeys
But you fronting on these bitches and missing the point buddy
Man it's nothing you just listen to this tape and feel something
In the stu with the homies ripping beats you know me It's all I do
Depressive holes that I fall into can only be stopped when I call onto
The music, my muse it helps the dude when I use it
True shit word to k d o t bitch I do this!
Let it breath
Why you hating, get out of here with this shit
Why you hating, oh you got a mix tape huh
Why you hating, that shit's probably garbage anyways
Why you hating, your name is really fill raps
How you supposed to believe in me if you don't see the dream
You don't bleed the beat you don't see the scene you just seem to be
On that 9 to 5 shit, until it's time to die, shit
Do it in the night shift I don't do the night shift
Fuck it, do it myself I love it fuck the public
Dude it's nothing ruffing up these bitches with the cousin
My kind of justice trust us
I got this beat in the trunk and its busting, bumping
Like I just popped a pump
Why you hating, this kid's gonna be a rapper
Why you hating, you ain't got bars little bitch
Why you hating, who the fuck he think he is
Why you hating, dog that shits weak man
Why you hating, get out of here with this shit
Why you hating, oh you got a mix tape huh
Why you hating, that shit's probably garbage anyways
Why you hating, your name is really fill raps
But lately the shit haunt you like you got a fucking job to do
And you know I want all of you, all the tropes
Money fame riches bitches in the game
And all the boats, well call the coats
I see the white in their eyes but it red in disguise
Devilish grin when you dead and arrive
Til my empire I'll never retire
Fuck, here comes a burnout again
Like three months never heard of a pen
For like three months never murdered these men
And life creeps in like a burden again
Forty becomes eighty and half doesn't fucking pay me
Do the math I ain't lazy, My past the thing made me
Daddy didn't give a fuck, two when my mom was eighteen
Fam' was never rich enough, The zoo my only vacation
Why you hating, this kid's gonna be a rapper
Why you hating, you ain't got bars little bitch
Why you hating, who the fuck he think he is
Why you hating, dog that shits weak man
Money problems but no problems with the money heh, funny
Looking dummy when you stunting and spending to get honeys
But you fronting on these bitches and missing the point buddy
Man it's nothing you just listen to this tape and feel something
In the stu with the homies ripping beats you know me It's all I do
Depressive holes that I fall into can only be stopped when I call onto
The music, my muse it helps the dude when I use it
True shit word to k d o t bitch I do this!
Let it breath
Why you hating, get out of here with this shit
Why you hating, oh you got a mix tape huh
Why you hating, that shit's probably garbage anyways
Why you hating, your name is really fill raps
How you supposed to believe in me if you don't see the dream
You don't bleed the beat you don't see the scene you just seem to be
On that 9 to 5 shit, until it's time to die, shit
Do it in the night shift I don't do the night shift
Fuck it, do it myself I love it fuck the public
Dude it's nothing ruffing up these bitches with the cousin
My kind of justice trust us
I got this beat in the trunk and its busting, bumping
Like I just popped a pump
Why you hating, this kid's gonna be a rapper
Why you hating, you ain't got bars little bitch
Why you hating, who the fuck he think he is
Why you hating, dog that shits weak man
Why you hating, get out of here with this shit
Why you hating, oh you got a mix tape huh
Why you hating, that shit's probably garbage anyways
Why you hating, your name is really fill raps
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Writer(s): Fill Raps
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