Letter To My Haters

Middle finger up to all da haters saying I wouldn't make it

Got me feeling like a dope boy cause I'm always touching paper

Ima big boss how I choose to move don't needa explanation

I remember riding bikes for me to get to my location

They can't hate it or love it But it's always somebody hating

Yea a artist like me is always working being creative

Can't compare me to a nobody me an the opps is separated

I been calm for way too long but Now I'm running out of patience

This a cold cold world I ain't Rocking wit nobody

Man these hittas ain't got no chill every time somebody dying