Dorasel - Them Fools lyrics

[Chorus x2] Them fool hate I got a fancy car (un huh) Them fools hated it cause I'm buying up the bar (un huh) Them fools hated it cause I just got out the pin n***a, my money long and I ain't going back again [verse 1] This rap game use to be yours now its not (yup) I blowed up the spot, got your a** hot, (un huh) Like it or not I'm getting every thing you got A house on the hill mother f** this record deal n***a for real I got mines pushing this weight Not how you got yours scrubbing floors, opening doors and pulling drinks For white man riding on a swig Now you got-a Benz, sh** load of friends Yet you still hate, a n***a fresh out the gate (un huh) Enemy of the state (un huh) rappers love to hate Rhymes by the crate, make these ho's masturbate and don't discriminate n***a do I put it down like Joe, hell no! Fool I never was a player, I'm shooting not to fail n***a ain't got a pry walking with this underground gangster sh** Stop what you talk [Chorus x2] I bring the pain with my label mates, let's get it straight n***a's use to be thugs now I'm alone at the clubs Whipping on scrubs, dealing with the fuzz Is a mother-f**er blood, now cuze I never was (no no) Who do it like I does in this industry These mother-f**ers k**ing me (nobody) I'm the epitome summing up this underground gangster sh** After "The Last of a Dying Breed," I plant a new seed Smoke it with a new breed, gun concealed I ain't tripping off this record deal, and that real Hittin licks with my seal, getting money like O'Neal Who's the dirty south finest? (me) hip hop your highness (me) Take it from the realest you know I've been beaten on the wall since 86 Rapping 'bout clicks penitentiary 10 by 4 in my cell bumpin Now I'm at the clubs toast to my thug n***as [Chorus x3]