Arsenio Hall
These haters mad I get more props than Arsenio Hall
These haters mad I get more props than Arsenio Hall
These haters mad I get more props than Arsenio Hall
These haters mad I get more props than Arsenio Hall
If they stepping outta line, that's fine
We hit that "Woo! Woo! Woo!" "Woo! Woo! Woo!"
So, put your fists in the sky
And wave 'em round like "Woo! Woo! Woo!" "Woo! Woo! Woo!"
Thought I said I copped things, one time, to the two time
Y'all forgot those new days? Y'all forgot my timeline
Came to the thang so nerdy, they sized me up, chewed me out
Came out, "What you talkin' about?"
Swang out, you still talking now
Been changed, been switched it up
Been busting ass, you bitchin up
Why you crying? Why you laughing
Why you talking? You think I'm playing
In your dreams with a baseball bat
Popping up with the same phrase - yep
I ain't playing, I stayed committed
Took ya words - so, can you dig it
What's up wit it
Can I get respect, can I get my time, can I get my power
Can I get an hour to show y'all what you missing out on
Ten years later, still climbin
Ten years later, still risin
Blood Shot, New Life, Plan B
Undefeeted to Culchr ENT
Survived it, seen it, been it, did it
Got the boot, and I came back winning
Dogged me, trashed me, said I smelt
Shit you hear from a kid who's 12
Underdog of undercross, took the school, took the town
Never made the cut, but so what - but - props all around
These haters mad I get more props than Arsenio Hall
These haters mad I get more props than Arsenio Hall
These haters mad I get more props than Arsenio Hall
These haters mad I get more props than Arsenio Hall
If they stepping outta line, that's fine
We hit that "Woo! Woo! Woo!" "Woo! Woo! Woo!"
So, put your fists in the sky
And wave 'em round like "Woo! Woo! Woo!" "Woo! Woo! Woo!"
Liver than live from Stage 29
Get out your seats and lose your mind
Arsenio Hall here to blow your mind
If I never respond? Pardon my grind
I gotta perfect my craft, make sure that rhymes always stay tight
You might think I'm dope in the day, but I do my best work during the late nights
She curbed me a couple of ways, heard that I rap and said, "Sup with the date night?"
"Bitch, get out my face! You got a man, you know damn well that ain't right!"
Gotta separate like some egg whites
If you holding me down, I might change flights
Number one key to survival, never confuse confidence with your damn pride
That shit will get you cancelled, your old fans will change the channel
The only thing you got left is on The Apprentice panel
Don't give a fuck, ya hating fucks ain't changing us
If you feel the same, take ya middle fingers and raise em up
I think it's time for me to spaz on a hater, join Nation of Islam, go Shabazz on a hater
Intrigued by Malcolm X, yeah, his life I can relate it
You try to make a change, they shoot you down before you make it, bitch
These haters mad I get more props than Arsenio Hall
These haters mad I get more props than Arsenio Hall
These haters mad I get more props than Arsenio Hall
These haters mad I get more props than Arsenio Hall
If they stepping outta line, that's fine
We hit that "Woo! Woo! Woo!" "Woo! Woo! Woo!"
So, put your fists in the sky
And wave 'em round like "Woo! Woo! Woo!" "Woo! Woo! Woo!"
Now, that's how you do it, my nigga
These haters mad I get more props than Arsenio Hall
These haters mad I get more props than Arsenio Hall
These haters mad I get more props than Arsenio Hall
If they stepping outta line, that's fine
We hit that "Woo! Woo! Woo!" "Woo! Woo! Woo!"
So, put your fists in the sky
And wave 'em round like "Woo! Woo! Woo!" "Woo! Woo! Woo!"
Thought I said I copped things, one time, to the two time
Y'all forgot those new days? Y'all forgot my timeline
Came to the thang so nerdy, they sized me up, chewed me out
Came out, "What you talkin' about?"
Swang out, you still talking now
Been changed, been switched it up
Been busting ass, you bitchin up
Why you crying? Why you laughing
Why you talking? You think I'm playing
In your dreams with a baseball bat
Popping up with the same phrase - yep
I ain't playing, I stayed committed
Took ya words - so, can you dig it
What's up wit it
Can I get respect, can I get my time, can I get my power
Can I get an hour to show y'all what you missing out on
Ten years later, still climbin
Ten years later, still risin
Blood Shot, New Life, Plan B
Undefeeted to Culchr ENT
Survived it, seen it, been it, did it
Got the boot, and I came back winning
Dogged me, trashed me, said I smelt
Shit you hear from a kid who's 12
Underdog of undercross, took the school, took the town
Never made the cut, but so what - but - props all around
These haters mad I get more props than Arsenio Hall
These haters mad I get more props than Arsenio Hall
These haters mad I get more props than Arsenio Hall
These haters mad I get more props than Arsenio Hall
If they stepping outta line, that's fine
We hit that "Woo! Woo! Woo!" "Woo! Woo! Woo!"
So, put your fists in the sky
And wave 'em round like "Woo! Woo! Woo!" "Woo! Woo! Woo!"
Liver than live from Stage 29
Get out your seats and lose your mind
Arsenio Hall here to blow your mind
If I never respond? Pardon my grind
I gotta perfect my craft, make sure that rhymes always stay tight
You might think I'm dope in the day, but I do my best work during the late nights
She curbed me a couple of ways, heard that I rap and said, "Sup with the date night?"
"Bitch, get out my face! You got a man, you know damn well that ain't right!"
Gotta separate like some egg whites
If you holding me down, I might change flights
Number one key to survival, never confuse confidence with your damn pride
That shit will get you cancelled, your old fans will change the channel
The only thing you got left is on The Apprentice panel
Don't give a fuck, ya hating fucks ain't changing us
If you feel the same, take ya middle fingers and raise em up
I think it's time for me to spaz on a hater, join Nation of Islam, go Shabazz on a hater
Intrigued by Malcolm X, yeah, his life I can relate it
You try to make a change, they shoot you down before you make it, bitch
These haters mad I get more props than Arsenio Hall
These haters mad I get more props than Arsenio Hall
These haters mad I get more props than Arsenio Hall
These haters mad I get more props than Arsenio Hall
If they stepping outta line, that's fine
We hit that "Woo! Woo! Woo!" "Woo! Woo! Woo!"
So, put your fists in the sky
And wave 'em round like "Woo! Woo! Woo!" "Woo! Woo! Woo!"
Now, that's how you do it, my nigga
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Writer(s): Bryce Foster
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