HaterZ gon Hate!

Oh my God, Jojo

No you didnt

Ayy, somebody hand me the mic (click)

Let’s talk to every hater, every keyboard gangsta, every bitter soul

Lets go

Ayy, somebody get 'em some tissues (sniff)

Yall cryin online, I swear its official

Tough talk from the sidelines, but in person its all giggles

Yall bored and bitter, huh? I see it

Mad cause Im up while you stuck in the bleachers

Talkin’ tough with no action, hatin in captions

But cant back nothin in real interactions

You jealous of success? Just say that

I built mine up with no playback

No co-signs, no ghost lines

Just grindin while yall post whines

Talkin bout I shoulda made it, nah

You just lazy, face it, homeboy

I’m sick of all the whinin and them fake stats, lets talk about it

Sick of the trolls in my comments, gettin brave, lets talk about it

Both of us had nothin, difference is I got up out it

Or we could get gully, size up your ego

And put some white chalk around it

Let’s talk about how y’all throwin’ shade from a dark room

Hidin’ behind phones like they bulletproof

Tried to blacklist me, couldn’t stop the truth

Now I'm out here winnin’ while you still confused

Sayin’ I ain’t real, sayin’ I ain’t nice

Say it to my face, not once but twice

You post a diss, then delete quick

Now whos really built for this life?

Look, I aint bitter, Im battle tested

Yall just mad cause I won’t respect it

You want beef? Then drop a plate

Ill cook it up and watch you hesitate

Sick of yall actin like the game owe somethin

Nah, the game don’t owe you nothin

Yall, jealous cuz my bitch is sweet while yours is sour. True power? Mines lick on my dick for hours yours fold like the twin towers. She's a goddess, Hauk Tuah skills, out of this world. Yalls bitches basic, spoiled and expired. Run down tires. My Boss bitch wins, fatality

Im sick of them fake flexes and them tough tweets, lets talk about it I’m sick of bein great and you still pressed, lets talk about it We all had struggles, yall just folded, I got out it

Or we could get gully, size up your ego And put some white chalk around it

Yo, yall clowns want smoke? Here’s a whole blunt

But not literally, yall choke up front

Yeah Im the truth, you just frontin for views

Yall been hatin for years and still lose

He's not that dope, but you listen daily

Gotta laugh at the hate it fuels me, baby

Tryna stop my bag, that’s a weak move

While I level up, yall stuck in preview

Y’all worried bout what I wear? That’s comedy

Still rockin’ sweats, still stackin property

Still got fans, still got pride

Still got bars that'll eat yall alive

I’m sick of all the cappin and the fake love, lets talk about it

I’m sick of the envious ones who never show up, lets talk about it

We all from nothin, I just built from out it

Or we could get gully, size up your ego

And put some white chalk around it

Yeah

I said anyone could get it I meant that

So next time you throwin’ shade, don’t forget who lights the match This aint personal its principle

Talk behind screens? That’s invisible

Im here.