Hate It

Everybody mad, everybody mad Cause they see I'm out here winnin' And I'm gettin' to the bag, woah I know you hate it Whoop I know you hate it I can sense your jealously a mile away Yea And you see me workin' hard I gotta dream to chase Yea I don't wanna see my mom workin' another day No Had to cut some people off I can not deal with snakes Facts And I'm killin' all these rappers cause I'm tryna get rich Every time I drop a song just know that shit is a hit I'm aimin' for your head I promise you I'm not gon' miss And when they mention the G.O.A.T's just put my name on the list, whoop Everybody mad, everybody mad Cause they see I'm out here winnin' And I'm gettin' to the bag, woah I know you hate it Whoop I know you hate it Motherfuckas really prayin' that I don't make it They sayin' just quit the music But, it's just fuel and I use it to be the greatest You gotta face it I'm a prove, you losin' and you can't take it All I wanna do is win, yea Have some platinum hits, yea Put that rollie on my wrist, yea Cop a Jesus piece for all the times that I sinned, yea I'm too fuckin' nasty with the pen, yea You must admit, yea, woah, woah Everybody mad, everybody mad Cause they see I'm out here winnin' And I'm gettin' to the bag, woah I know you hate it Whoop I know you hate it Everybody mad, everybody mad Cause they see I'm out here winnin' And I'm gettin' to the bag, woah I know you hate it Whoop I know you hate it