Description

Hip hop R&B, Medium tempo, poppy, electronic, mellow, backpacker, groovy, soulful, R&B, party, Male vocals, synth, beats, electric guitar, percussion, bass

Lyrics

OK, Imma blow like a snow day Oh wait, Na na not that snow no wait I be talking ‘bout a cold front flow Not the shit that you’re shootin up your nose You keep snerfin dust, I’ll keep servin up All y’all persons cuss, cursin’ us For that ish that we dispersin: LUST What your girl feelin’ for me, Cuz I do it in 4D All senses stimulated and opinionated haters sit like couch potatoes Tryin ta man a master fader, Tryin ta man a master fader Hey this petty hate ain’t even phasing me or fadin You just mad cuz I be blazing beats and to say the least You livin lazily. If you can’t face defeat gracefully, Change the street on which you treadin’. Or is it change that you are dreadin’? Are you headin’ to a dead end? In your mind, success should be imbedded. Chorus X2 I’m on the Grind trying to get mine, And no time is like the present. Them haters keep on stressin’. And Oh Oo Oo I’m makin’ moves, Keep racin’ through, All them hatin’ dudes Verse 2 Haters come in all shapes and sizes. Ain’t no great surprise. It’s just a way of life, And about as common as day and night. Cats get green like the Banner kid. Trippin’ And like the peel of a banana get slippin. Now relations- deep in a ditch. And it’s too late to get the needle and stitch it. Insults are only what you make ‘em. Use them shits as fuel and bake ‘em. Cook ‘it at 4 hundred and 50. Turn it into productivity and lift the Morale of yourself and be confident, And stay on that conscious tip. Some say I ain’t got no place in hip hop, But I say: kick rocks. It’s tick tock on the life clock Ain’t got no time for petty pit stops. And like my man, D, say, Be spiritually clean like each day. We got one life ain’t no replay. So so don’t delay speeding on that freeway, And soon enough it’ll repay. Yeah. Chorus X2 Bridge/ marimba solo Them hate, them hatin’ dudes Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah (Them hate, them hatin’) Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah (Them hate, them hatin’ )Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah Dudes, Dudes, Dudes