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Haters
i do this every day never have a story/
and i dont go around bragging bout the glory/ if yall wasnt haters ud probably be happy for me/ see my billboard first name called in every catergory/ niggaz say they love me they dont love me/ i know deep down they wanna slug me/ i feel a vibe when they hug me/ and rockin dues that be chucky over iceberg rugby/ but still these haters bug me/ for better bets its the weed that i smoke/ wanna cop me these niggaz aint cheap they broke/ i mean um niggaz smaller than the weed in my roach/ oh yeah this my new year jealousy and envy will get u nowhere/ u dont like me bet against me/ u right get every little drug u like/ i get front row seats at the fight my rollies be tight/ u mad the sunshine meltin ya ice/ niggaz mad that i wont affilly witem/ im dyin from a sickness known as haterism/ i stay well rounded like a prizm made by GM/ have to get close to car to see whose in it/ u hatin cause i roll up dolo wit the windows tinted/ i set up decoys just see how niggaz react/ when i pull up slow to the club in a purple cadillac/ catch me on a good day/ dont think i spray u wit mase like on next friday/ |
this was a basic rhyme... lack of vocab or anything resembling a good line... hit up the wackness emergency center...<< not a diss
they can help u elevate |
damm, shit was pretty simple, it had a good flow, but it was mad basic, no strong vocab, nothing too meaningfull... it was short... I wasn't really feeling it...
But still, keep rhyming man... Peace |
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