[Intro: Key Glock]
All the player haters who been talkin' that shit (South Memphis' finest)
All the, all the player haters who been talkin' that shit
Glizock
[Verse 1: Key Glock]
Niggas cappin' rappin', all that broke ass shit (Yeah)
I never beefed about a ho 'cause that's some ho-ass shit (Yeah)
I'm never lackin', never catch me with a broke-ass bitch (Never)
They call me, "Glock" and I keep one, you should know that shit (Let's go)
I got this other nigga bitch tryna throat my dick
I took a look in the mirror and said, "Stay on your shit"
I took a look in the mirror and said, "Stay on your grind"
Yeah, I be ballin' on these fuck niggas all the time
Can't chase a bitch 'cause I'm chasin' dollar signs (Dollar signs)
Got twelve whips and all twеlve them bitches minе (Bitches mine)
Got twelve whips and ain't none them bitches leased (Ain't none them bitches leased)
I'm sippin' Texas, rest in peace to Pimp C (Pimp C)
[Chorus: Killer Mike]
This for all you—, this for all you—, this for all you—
This for all you player haters who be talkin' that shit (Talkin' that shit)
This for all you—, this for all you—, this for all you— (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
This for all you player haters who be talkin' that shit (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
Dedicated to you pussy niggas, bitches with ya
Doctor jammin', mister, mister
You still a nigga and you a niggress
Actin' like you gon' be master, mistress
Bad mouthin' on a Black man, I hear went in
And I don't know what you think this is, but bitch, this pimpin'
You gon' respect me like the democrats do big Clinton
You gon' respect me like a motherfuckin' Grammy winner
Like I cooked your favorite rapper like a granny dinner (Yeah)
I been looked at, I been followed, I been suspected (Yeah)
Used and abused, I been accused, bitch, I been arrested
And if a nigga know some secrets, bitch, I ain't tellin'
I finally get it, all my haters, they was just jealous
They wrote they papers, gave they speeches, no one gave a fuck
I walk in a room and smile, and applause erupts
Fuck you, fuckin' pussy, fuck you, I would hate me too
'Cause you ain't never seen a nigga do the shit I do
That take that street shit and that scholarship, and run a mall
I'm in attendance at the player's and the mayor's ball
It's Michael
All the player haters who been talkin' that shit (South Memphis' finest)
All the, all the player haters who been talkin' that shit
Glizock
[Verse 1: Key Glock]
Niggas cappin' rappin', all that broke ass shit (Yeah)
I never beefed about a ho 'cause that's some ho-ass shit (Yeah)
I'm never lackin', never catch me with a broke-ass bitch (Never)
They call me, "Glock" and I keep one, you should know that shit (Let's go)
I got this other nigga bitch tryna throat my dick
I took a look in the mirror and said, "Stay on your shit"
I took a look in the mirror and said, "Stay on your grind"
Yeah, I be ballin' on these fuck niggas all the time
Can't chase a bitch 'cause I'm chasin' dollar signs (Dollar signs)
Got twelve whips and all twеlve them bitches minе (Bitches mine)
Got twelve whips and ain't none them bitches leased (Ain't none them bitches leased)
I'm sippin' Texas, rest in peace to Pimp C (Pimp C)
[Chorus: Killer Mike]
This for all you—, this for all you—, this for all you—
This for all you player haters who be talkin' that shit (Talkin' that shit)
This for all you—, this for all you—, this for all you— (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
This for all you player haters who be talkin' that shit (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
Dedicated to you pussy niggas, bitches with ya
Doctor jammin', mister, mister
You still a nigga and you a niggress
Actin' like you gon' be master, mistress
Bad mouthin' on a Black man, I hear went in
And I don't know what you think this is, but bitch, this pimpin'
You gon' respect me like the democrats do big Clinton
You gon' respect me like a motherfuckin' Grammy winner
Like I cooked your favorite rapper like a granny dinner (Yeah)
I been looked at, I been followed, I been suspected (Yeah)
Used and abused, I been accused, bitch, I been arrested
And if a nigga know some secrets, bitch, I ain't tellin'
I finally get it, all my haters, they was just jealous
They wrote they papers, gave they speeches, no one gave a fuck
I walk in a room and smile, and applause erupts
Fuck you, fuckin' pussy, fuck you, I would hate me too
'Cause you ain't never seen a nigga do the shit I do
That take that street shit and that scholarship, and run a mall
I'm in attendance at the player's and the mayor's ball
It's Michael
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