Pay my haters not too much mind
I scream at night for someone to find
If they hate, let 'em hate, i drop ya whole clan
I grew up with killas man, people who killed, man
Had to say it twice, its gettin' late
Golly wolly i, still hear the hate
I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son
I fucking held your hand to let you say you had someone
I've turned into someone i don't wanna be
They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money
Just sit back and relax and take it easy
I've turned into someone i don't wanna be
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