FCG Heem - Haters lyrics

[Intro] (Pipe that sh*t up, TnT) (LC) And, um, that's just, I guess that's life, huh? (Why they goin' at the youngin?) (They mad he turnin' nothing into something) Showed ni**as too much love, like (Mmm, why they goin' at the youngin?) Feel me? Your idols could become your rivals, for real (I ain't goin' nowhere) It's the sad case, though It's all love, man (I know I'm gon' blow on these ni**as) [Chorus] Ayy, tell lil' bruh he missed his wave b*tch, it ain't my fault you sat and played How you mad I want my mama living straight? Yeah, okay, you want a big crib, huh? You want your people livin' good You tryna make sure all your ni**as out the hood This that pain and that struggle You don't know what the fu*k it took for me to bubble Nobody believed in me, I had to hustle Why they going at the youngin? They mad he turnin' nothing into something Know my mama proud of what her son becoming [Verse] My brudda know it ain't nothin', I'll give that boy my last Lil' woadie moving fast, I just hope that he don't crash Coronavirus, I can't leave the house without my mask I know these ni**as plottin', that's why I keep a extra mag Toe tags, them young ni**as handin' out body bags Ain't a ni**a in my city better than me, these ni**as trash Can't wait to run my millions up, know I'm gon' have a blast Came straight up out the blue, I know I'm making these ni**as mad, yeah fu*k that sh*t, let's make these ni**as madder (Yeah) If it ain't 'bout no money, it don't matter I lost my woadie, I don't think I could be sadder Checked the stats, I think my pockets gettin' fatter, woah [Bridge] Damn, I can't believe this sh*t here, man This sh*t, idols turned to rivals, for real, like Feel me? Like I was showing love, like, damn That what's happen when you show ni**as too much love Like you can't expect the same love you give a ni**a That ni**a gon' give you that sh*t back, you feel me? sh*t, it's all good, though Ayy, yeah Yeah, oh, oh Ayy, yeah [Chorus] Ayy, tell lil' bruh he missed his wave b*tch, it ain't my fault you sat and played How you mad I want my mama living straight? Yeah, okay, you want a big crib, huh? You want your people livin' good You tryna make sure all your ni**as out the hood This that pain and that struggle You don't know what the fu*k it took for me to bubble Nobody believed in me, I had to hustle Why they going at the youngin? They mad he turnin' nothing into something Know my mama proud of what her son becoming [Outro] I know my mama proud of what her son becoming I'ma keep hustling I know my mama proud of what her son becoming, yeah Oh, I got no limit in this b*tch with me, yeah, yo (Oh, I got no limit in this b*tch with me, yeah, yo)