Текст песни Hater Free - Memphis Bleek

Yeah man, shit don't make me shit
Just keep gettin' money though, I love that man
See you chumps on top, let's go

If you don't look good, we don't look good
Keep on gettin' money, nigga it's all hood
From ATL to every corner in Inglewood
All I can be is me, hater free

I'm just givin' you the game how it's given to me

Let me go in, uh
I'm goin', goin' back, back
To the black mack, to them black tops
To the one leg up and them ankle socks
I ball a lot, I don't ball a block
I call the shots, I don't knock your hustle
I don't care if you triple, long as I get double
If you keep gettin' scratched, I keep gettin' scratched

We don't count yours, nah, we don't do that
We don't handcuff, that ain't my bitch
We ain't no tricks, we don't gossip
We just trap paper, then we stack paper
Then we drop top, holla back later

If you don't look good, we don't look good
Keep on gettin' money, nigga it's all hood
From ATL to every corner in Inglewood
All I can be is me, hater free
If you don't look good, we don't look good
Keep on gettin' money, nigga it's all hood
From the Diamond District all the way out to Hollywood
You know how I do me, hater free

Yo, now throw your ones in the motherfuckin' air
We don't care, niggas don't give a fuck, nigga
About nothin' at all, just my dogs
Creepin' through the club, still gettin' that horse
I'm fresh, stayin' rocked to the drawers
S dots on the floor, keep rocks in the air, nigga yeah
I'm over here tryin' to mind my own
I'm in a race against time with blinders on
Mind over matter, it ain't mine it don't matter

You could have her, half her, whatever dog
Hope you niggas is gettin' what's ever y'alls
I'm over here havin' my way with this cheddar dog
Prayin' I don't have to spray this Beretta off
Niggas is sayin' they layin' on my downfall
But I ain't got no hate, just some great advice

Keep gettin' money, live your life, nigga

If you don't look good, we don't look good
Keep on gettin' money, nigga it's all hood
From ATL to every corner in Inglewood
All I can be is me, hater free
If you don't look good, we don't look good
Keep on gettin' money, nigga it's all hood
From the Diamond District all the way out to Hollywood
You know how I do me, hater free

Ayo, B.I.G. opened it up, Hov' shut it down
Kane set it off, we all from Bucktown
I play background, but my time's now
Let me go in, jot my lines down
I've been patiently waitin', they've been blatantly hatin'
Sideline ballin', everybody debatin'
When Bleek gon' claim the title that they gave him

Yeah, yeah, motherfucker I'm done playin'
I'm back on track, the haters try to derail 'em
Took that fuel, used that to propel 'em
Mind right, money right, I'm ready for war
Got a taste of the limelight, I'm ready for more
Want a peanut butter wood grain cherry Azure
And a P-90 Ruger that my man murdered ours
I even wish my enemies to try fall off
I can't do this all by myself, dog

If you don't look good, we don't look good
Keep on gettin' money, nigga it's all hood
From ATL to every corner in Inglewood
All I can be is me, hater free
If you don't look good, we don't look good
Keep on gettin' money, nigga it's all hood
From the Diamond District all the way out to Hollywood
You know how I do me, hater free