## Verse 1
Critics on my tail like a bitch they can flash,
Talkin’ a shitty game but they beat stay in the fuckin trash.
I’m two steps ahead, you’re still on your fuckin last draft,
While I levitate dreams, you just fuckin crash, fade to ash.
They say I’m too raw, say I’m chasing a fuckin fad,
I flip the fuckin script, watch me light up the fuckin pad.
You comment from the bleachers bitch, I’m running the fuckin map,
Champagne on the fuckin table, you fuckin sipping on claptrap.
## Chorus
Haters gonna hate cunt, that’s the classic line they spill,
I rise from the fuckin noise, turn the din into a thrill.
Critics throw shade like a bitch, I turn that dark into gold,
I’m the fuckin living tide, you just fuckin drift with the old.
## Verse 2
I got a loudest crowd inside my own head,
I’m the fuckin Voice of the hustle, manifestin’ what I bred.
Your shade is a fuckin reminder I’m poppin’ instead,
Your doubt’s a fuel that keeps my engine fed.
I don’t need approval to chart out my fuckin fate,
I write my own fate with every line I fuckin create.
If you ain’t risin’ with me, step the fuck back, disintegrate,
I’m buildin’ an empire while you fuckin premeditate.
## Chorus
Haters gonna hate cunt, that’s the classic line they spill,
I rise from the fuckin noise, turn the din into a thrill.
Critics throw shade like a bitch, I turn that dark into gold,
I’m the fuckin living tide, you just fuckin drift with the old.
## Verse 3
You scribble weak ass hints and jabs, I translate as fire,
Every bar I lay makes your fuckin doubts expire.
I lace the fuckin rhythm tight, lace the rhythm higher,
While you spit warm tea you cunt, I serve fuckin cold desire.
## Chorus
Haters gonna hate cunt, that’s the classic line they spill,
I rise from the fuckin noise, turn the din into a thrill.
Critics throw shade like a bitch, I turn that dark into gold,
I’m the fuckin living tide, you just fuckin drift with the old.
## Outro
So here’s to the fuckin skeptics, the fuckin naysayers and fakes,
I’m riding this fuckin wave while your fuckin doubt breaks.
I’m the fuckin headline, the spark, the fuckin move you can’t revoke,
Keep talking bitch, I’ll keep growing—on and on, you just fuckin broke.
