Haters

(专辑： Payday Dies At The End - 2019)

Listen up!
"Some of y'all bout to be real mad at me. Some of y'all is fat and ugly and unattractive, but that is okay, just be who you are."
Just be who you are!
Nah, I'm just playing

This is a message to all my haters
I can't even hear you, I'm too busy chasing paper
This is a message to all my haters
I don't even see you, skrrt skrrt, see you later

'Imma tell you a story, and yes it is corny
I used to get hurt and offended and mad
And it really sucked 'till I got in my bag
They was talking that mess, got me stressed and depressed
Now they talking that mess and I could care less
All that shit that they talk got me feeling my best
They was wasting my time, give it a rest
(Bitch, just give it a rest!)
Students, they clown on me, teachers look down on me
I know I'm bipolar, y'all can still count on me
Students look down on me, teachers, they clown on me
I know I'm bipolar, y'all can still count on me
Students look down on me, teachers, they clown on me
I know I'm bipolar, y'all can still count on me
Come on homie, don't you know I got your back
If you really feeling down, we could smoke some crack
Then eat a Big Mac and look at all the bitches who chat "Payday's getting fat" I say back:
"Damn, crack a smile, y'all ugly, I made a song for y'all called Teletubby"
Why should I care about getting a little chubby?
I'm still making music, I'm still making money
I still got like 500 homies that love me
I love you, I love everybody (kiss, kiss, kisses)
I love all my fans 'cause they're special and silly and smart
Every one of them just holds a piece of my heart
You can hold it and keep it, but please never yeet it
I hate all my haters, my haters, they hate me
But secretly all of them just wanna date me
I'm tasty, I'm crazy, they act like they made me
They stupid they ugly, hate all these bitches
These bitches be fugly, it's wack

[*crying*]
I'm just sad as hell, man
Y'all don't understand
Everybody hates me, y'know what I'm sayin'?
What the hell, man?

This is a message to all my haters
I can't even hear you, I'm too busy chasing paper
This is a message to all my haters
I don't even see you, skrrt skrrt, see you later

I just think I'm a little better now
Yeah, I'm good
You know what? I'm good, I'm good
Pass the crack pipe
Payyydayyyy!
This song goes out to my sister