Brando - f** 'Em lyrics

[Intro] Tell the haters f** 'em all Tell the haters to get lost Tell the haters f** 'em all Tell the haters we the boss Yeah, we the boss Yeah, we the boss So f** 'em all Yeah, f** 'em all [Verse 1: King Ritchey] Tell the haters I don't need 'em Still walking but though I'm bleeding Feel no love, feel so mistreated I got no love but I don't need it I got myself that's all I need Dead man walking but feel no grieve No longer something that you need A punching bag to abuse & tease It's me against the world like 2Pac Gave me a red nose like Rudolf These b**hes say I'm "too soft" But I feel like a pillow that's full of rocks I guess lifes a b**h tryin' to f** me over I'm about to blow like a supernova My words are weapons tryin' to k** the haters About to serve you clowns like I was a waiter [Verse 2: Rome] Motivated by the best I don't really f**ing stress Smoking weed for the stress I don't feel there's no contest f** what a hater got to say I've been moving through my own damn strive I've been doing me, anyway What the f** you gonna say about me? Everybody got problems and everybody see, what I don't see Look, I got a bigger vision now Tell a n***a I'm taking time now Really really got to shine now Give me give me what's mine now It's my time, I'm coming for it all I just want to ball, Swear to god I'll never stop I just want it all, right now, right now What a n***a sayin'? I'll never back down, no [Verse 3: Brando] Listen, I'm in this b**h like Bobby, nobody can really stop me Y'all n***as talking made me hop on this mic, catch a body Hide the evidence, you n***as irreverent I just know I'm better then the tippy-top of the totem, I told 'em, wait! Balling on 'em like I'm Irvine And they get big & mad, gotta chocking like I'm Curry Not in a hurry, I take my time Watch how I move, because these n***as dropping dimes Ain't no real one's left, that's all on my mind Damn, feel asleep, woke up a boss Bossing up, If you feel me toss it up Y'all n***as ain't real enough to realize the real lies that they told you They say that I ain't have the sh**, it really don't concern you so get off my dick Break it down 'em quick and nasty I run this sh**, I know i heard you saying this a track meet Anyway's its on to bigger and better days Hey hey, what you say? Y'all really just in my way But f** it, Imma get this money And dodge these n***as cause they acting pretty funny Yall eating crumbs, chasing hunnys look I got my mind up, Way bigger that's really what makes us different Tell me, Ritchey, what you figure? Yeah