"Why The Hatin" lyrics

Real shit
How a nigga feelin' right now
Why they hatin'?
Free Boosie, R.I.P. Pimp C
King of the South shit, nigga
Memphis, I'ma hold it down

Lord, tell me why they hatin'
Why they hatin'
Why they hatin'
Why they hatin'
Lord, tell me why they hatin' on me
Lord, tell me why they hatin' on me (Alright)
Lord, tell me why they hatin'
Why they hatin'
Why they hatin'
Why they hatin'
Lord, tell me why they hatin' on me (Alright)
Lord, tell me why they hatin' on me (Alright)

Tell me why these niggas hatin' on me
Just a bit of success and a little bit of money
I ain't got shit but my motherfuckin' word
I wanna get rich but these niggas on my nerves
And can't trust a bitch 'cause they just won't work
And can't have friends 'cause they leave you in the dirt
And black on black crime, somebody just lyin'
Pig ass niggas, goddamn, I hate swine
I don't fuck with niggas and they don't fuck with me
But it's all good, let a real nigga eat
'Cause I'ma do me, good man want peace
I don't never start shit but I gotta carry heat
'Cause niggas want beef in these motherfuckin' streets
But I'm down in my city and I'm prayin' on my knees
'Cause I don't need a case tryna make a nigga bleed
I'll fold a nigga up 'til his ass can't see
But I'ma keep it real, just stay in my place
Can't rip and run, Memphis streets ain't safe
Most niggas hate 'cause they see me livin' great
They tryna take my shine, I can see it in they face
My mama wasn't lyin', some real turn fake
And right before you eat, make sure you say your grace
'Cause they'll take your plate, that's why I always say
Ain't nobody straight 'til the motherfuckin' grave, bitch