Lyrics Haters Got Me Wrong - Z-RO

Haters got me wrong
Haters got me wrong
Haters got me wrong
Haters got me wrong
Haters got me wrong
Haters got me wrong

Early in the morning, I daydream 'cause I'm locked down
And I can't help but to reminisce about when I was back in H-Town
When I was ridin' candy blue piece and chain hangin', doin' my thang in R-A-P
But now I can't help but to wonder if God has forgotten about me

I can still taste the juicy sour
Ain't it never been too sweet
And I never did nothing to nobody
Just tried to stay up on my feet
Why does it seem like everybody wanna see me B-R-O-K-E?
Y'all can eat
A meaty dick baby, I know you wanna see me fall, but I want it all, man, these haters got me wrong

Haters got me wrong
Haters got me wrong
Haters got me wrong
Haters got me wrong
Haters got me wrong (it's Gucci, what's that? Yeah)
Haters got me wrong ('cause I sleep, said it)

I know this boy, he used to hate on me
This girl who still be hatin' on me
Mad 'cause I'm successful and my schedule filled with making money
Man, I hate these haters, homie
Damn, I hate these haters homie
If I was you I'd hate me homie

Why, you think I make it funny?
When I was locked in Fulton County
Bitch, you wasn't thinking 'bout me
From my hood but niggas in
My hood still be soft, shawty
I'm gon' put you on some doper job or deal or loan, shawty

Please, leave me alone
Hold your own
'Cause your grown
Be your own
Not a clone

Yeah it's Big Gucci and Z-Ro
You haters acting stupid
Pockets on gas like
Need some fuel to it

Flash back '99
Techs go on the ground
Go 'round nine to five
Air mats in your house

Fast forward
Rolls Royce paid for
'Cause this is only motherfucker hating
Man that can't afford accessories necessities
This is our way to Texas
And you haters need congratulations
Stop that being jealous
Gucci, Gucci

Haters got me wrong
Haters got me wrong
Haters got me wrong
Haters got me wrong (they got it so wrong)
Haters got me wrong (yeah, screwed up, lickin' the earth)
Haters got me wrong (Chris Wizard, yeah, yeah)

These haters got me wrong
These haters got me on
My job is the boss of the mob
That's why I got these gators on

They keeps me motivated
'Cause this game is so, so shady
That's why I smile at them
To let them know I know they hate it
This being a trill, like we trill is kinda overrated
But we ain't fucked up about it
'Cause we know they babies

Full-time on the climb with mine
Every time I rhyme, I shine
See the paints, see the swangs
See the rings, see the chains
Diamond Don

Every time you haters awake
It's like I'm on your mind
But every time I'm awake
Haters, I'm on the grind

So, how could you not like the C dot W-A-R-D?
Why would you want me dead, or in jail, or out here living horribly?
Is it 'cause that girl you love is on my dick and adoring me
Or that video you hate is blowing up and it's starring we?
Well, I can't lie, I'm just doing my thang
I'm just doing, I'm just doing, I'm just doing my thang
Keep your hate up

Haters got me wrong
Haters got me wrong
Haters got me wrong
Haters got me wrong
Haters got me wrong
Haters got me wrong