Umbilical Cord 21:17

Stop all that hatin (Pare) I went from walkin' a cell to back to this paper Stop all that hatin (Dale) Talk about me like a dog, but askin' fa favors Yea you a faker (Yea you a faker) Momma gave birth to a hater (Birth to a hater, birth to a hater) (Baby cries) Momma gave birth to a hater (Uhh) Cut the umbilical cord (Aye) Dis can't be found in a store (Aye) Homie you hatin', shorty you hatin Guess dats a habit of yours Whoaa All that I'm checkin' is gas tanks But see you check in on ya boy (Aye) Runnin my views, I know you do Keep coming' back give me more Whoaa I can turn 25 into 100 Went to them people, they said that I done it Kick in the door and got that with some money Check the report, that aint all of my money Shorty be hatin' but that's how she comin I won't pick up that's a waste of my buttons If homie hatin then he must be buggin While you was livin' I watched how u love it Nah open the door cause Im out to get it Took a minute to feel it and rock the fitted Now its snug on the chips I'm about to spend I put dat on some weight cause I'm bout my fitness I should give you a job, you in my business Who you with channel 5, like you a witness You should work with the Narc and they whole division Cause you all on my tip like you workin' wit em Wait He aint really bout dat life Heard when he left that he gave it to Christ Homie you right Now I can see when you snake and start cutting you outta my life Funny how when I was fighting for life People to me that its gon be Aight Now that I'm free and I'm getting this hype Now they done switched and they look, but don't like Stop all that hatin (Pare) I went from walkin' a cell to back to this paper Stop all that hatin (Dale) Talk about me like a dog, but askin' fa favors Yea you a faker (Yea you a faker) Momma gave birth to a hater (Birth to a hater, birth to a hater) (Baby cries) Momma gave birth to a hater (Uhh) Cut the umbilical cord (Aye) This can't be found in a store (Aye) Homie you hatin', shorty you hatin Guess that's a habit of yours Whoaa All that I'm checkin' is gas tanks But you, you check in on ya boy (Aye) Runnin my views, I know you do Keep coming' back give me more Aye Turn on the YouTube He rappin' and 30, I think he got screws loose He think he the new school I really don't like him, he thinkin' he too cool Ohh, he got on new shoes Boy that's dem 90's, I thought he was gettin' loot Wait You clockin' my moves How bout you tell me who really who Nah watch how dey flock when I play the flute They hate dat I'm hot when I'm in the booth Shout out to yo' group I KNOW I GET SPIN IN THEY WHIP ANY DAY THAT YOU NOT INCLUDED I body a beat, put it in the cooler Compare me to no one that's on your ruler I left out this thing and left nothing to her Came back with that Bag all on my medulla Hater just breathe It take a minute to see that I'm blessed with a different speed I want that Cheese I don't want nothing else that they be talkin' or think that I need I think dat they sleep But I got somethin' to wake em up out it, no catchin' no Z's Man I'ma eat Way too much food at the table fa me to be stuck in deez streets Stop all dat hatin (Pare) I went from walkin' a cell to back to this paper Stop all that hatin (Dale) Talk about me like a dog, but askin' fa favors Yea you a faker (Yea you a faker) Momma gave birth to a hater (Birth to a hater, birth to a hater) (Baby cries) Momma gave birth to a hater (Uhh) Cut the umbilical cord (Aye) This can't be found in a store (Aye) Homie you hatin', shorty you hatin Guess dats a habit of yours Whoaa All that I'm checkin' is gas tanks But you, you check in on ya boy (Aye) Runnin my views, I know you do Keep coming' back give me more Whoaa