Haters Lyfe Jennings

Yeah, ha, ha, ha, what up, track boy?
I wanna send a big shout out to all you haters
Now I know normally a nigga don't do it
But see, I'm different, I'm grateful for you haters
Let's get it

Flow's so cracked, the feds wanna indict me
So ill, your immune system wanna fight me
So poor that the weed heads wanna light me
Balling so hard, the quarterback wanna hike me

You dudes crying that it's lonely at the top
Stop whining, it's sauce and macaroni at the top
I'm not a pimp by blood, I'm a pimp by all means
All it takes to knock a chick is to put on some clean jeans

You know my style, dude, tell it to the next man
I ain't buying that sell it to the next man
Going postal but mail it to the next man
I can't hear you, hater

You know my style, dude, tell it to the next man
I ain't buying that sell it to the next man
Going postal but mail it to the next man
I can't hear you, hater