Hate On Z-Ro

It's Z-Ro
The Mo City Don
With a special dedication
To all my haters
And all y'all haters
Let's keep makin em mad

Yeah you hate me every time I turn around
And every time I'm up you always try to bring me down
I'm way up in the sky, why you want me on the ground?
When bosses hang with bosses guess that's why you ain't around, hater
Don't ever call my phone, leave me the hell alone if it ain't about paper
So many lobsters and so many steaks, ain't no more Now and Later's
Only candy I got is the paint on my car
I got God on my side and that's all I'ma need I'm ready to take haters to war
Run up on me then
If they say I act funny since I'm makin money they really don't know me then
Let the Truth Be Told, my nigga, I've been actin funny since way back when
The fuck is a friend?
Everybody I see is pretend
They say they my people but they ain't my people I know they would rather see Ro in the pen, man

I ain't even much trippin on they JTE
I'm too B-L-E-double S-E-D
Hate on, hate on, hate on, hate on
Hate on, hate on, hate on, hate on
They be kidnappin my sun but I'm still gon shine
But I be still gettin money that's why I don't mind
Hate on, hate on