[Pre-Chorus]
Every year, I go up on velocity (Ambidextrous)
Think that's why my haters always come with animosity
I got too much movin', I can't let none that shit bother me
Feel how you gon' feel, just better watch out how you talk to me
[Chorus]
Let me give 'em somethin' new to hate on
Let me give 'em somethin' new to hate on
Let me give 'em somethin' new to hate on
Let me give 'em somethin' new to hate on
[Verse 1]
Members only in the club, I got my section closed
Don't mean PS5, I grew up, was pressin' O's
Y'all too worried 'bout the little shit, not settin' goals
I'm concerned about the commas, not the decimals
Don't give folks a handout, they try to come and step on toes
Good thing I wear a pair of boots and they not exposed
Round my city, packin' heat 'cause the streets is cold
Homie said that he don't need a gun, well, to each his own
I told my brothers when we finished, this shit will be known
2012, outside the shows 'til the CDs gone
Every year, I get more famous and anxious
And fans see me when I'm out in public, don't want leave me 'lone
I'm not a socialite, I'm only comfortable at home
My temper short, but salute me 'cause the money long
Plus I did it with a list of folks who done me wrong
Me without no money like a bee without no honeycomb
Every year, I go up on velocity (Ambidextrous)
Think that's why my haters always come with animosity
I got too much movin', I can't let none that shit bother me
Feel how you gon' feel, just better watch out how you talk to me
[Chorus]
Let me give 'em somethin' new to hate on
Let me give 'em somethin' new to hate on
Let me give 'em somethin' new to hate on
Let me give 'em somethin' new to hate on
[Verse 1]
Members only in the club, I got my section closed
Don't mean PS5, I grew up, was pressin' O's
Y'all too worried 'bout the little shit, not settin' goals
I'm concerned about the commas, not the decimals
Don't give folks a handout, they try to come and step on toes
Good thing I wear a pair of boots and they not exposed
Round my city, packin' heat 'cause the streets is cold
Homie said that he don't need a gun, well, to each his own
I told my brothers when we finished, this shit will be known
2012, outside the shows 'til the CDs gone
Every year, I get more famous and anxious
And fans see me when I'm out in public, don't want leave me 'lone
I'm not a socialite, I'm only comfortable at home
My temper short, but salute me 'cause the money long
Plus I did it with a list of folks who done me wrong
Me without no money like a bee without no honeycomb
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