Hate Me So Much - Z-Ro

Y’all can keep on talking, dropping salt on my name

While my haters keep walking, I pass by in that thang

A cool hundred thousand dollars on me

Spend it all on me just because I ain’t got no homies

17 years day for day and 8 on parole

Today we celebrating freedom, this one for you big bro

Think i got bout 3 or 4 ounces on me

We gon smoke until i ain’t got no more ounces on me

I think they mad at us cause we ain’t trying to turn up

So if it ain’t screwed up it really dont concern us

Everybody moving slow we all double cupped up

They say the south fell off, they got us double fucked up

Why they hate me so much?

I don’t know

Thats why I keep my gun off safety so much

And if it can’t go with me then I don’t go

Why they hate me so much

Cause I dont fuck with nobody

I stay in my own lane

I dont give a fuck what y’all be doing

That’s y’all motherfucking business

I’m interested in doing my own thang

Out of all my old homies I used to fuck with

Rick D and Grady only ones I still fuck with

Cause it ain’t matter if I had a million bucks or straight up buckless

Real niggas do real thangs

If it ain’t real we could give a fuck less

Another hundred thousand on another car

50 thousand down on another home

And the IRS wanna know who paid for it

Tell them I wrote another song

Just me myself and I quite frankly you can leave us the fuck alone

Yeah bitch you a bad bitch but they taking my picture I’m who they touching on

Niggas hate me cause instead of them I’m who they woman been sucking on

And wherever her baby daddy name tatted, thats what im busting on

When I’m out in public, my attitude is fuck it

I’m in the Bentley but I’m driving it like it’s a bucket

Why they hate me so much?

I don’t know

Thats why I keep my gun off safety so much

And if it can’t go with me then i don’t go

Why they hate me so much

Cause I dont fuck with nobody

I stay in my own lane

I dont give a fuck what yall be doing

Thats yall motherfucking business

I’m interested in doing my own thang

Question: Is it because I’m successful?

Managing all this money man I swear it’s so stressful

Thought I had a brother and a cousin I’m so forgetful

It was me the whole time by my damn self, I had wings, no Redbull

I’m just saying, I was trapping hard as I could trap

Niggas hated my shit I still was rapping hard as I could rap

Niggas say they love you but rob you what part of the heart is that?

I dont love no nigga I dont love no bitch I’m blackhearted and that’s a fact

They mad at me cause i got 200 on the dash

And this ain’t the '90s no more I dont need you to pitch in on the gas

Niggas screaming hate at me but my money is so much louder though

I wish DJ Screw was alive cause he’d be proud of 'Ro and the way they hate me

Why they hate me so much?

I don’t know

Thats why I keep my gun off safety so much

And if it can’t go with me then I don’t go

Why they hate me so much

Cause I dont fuck with nobody

I stay in my own lane

I dont give a fuck what y’all be doing

Thats y’all motherfucking business

I’m interested in doing my own thang