[Verse 1]
Y'all can keep on talking, dropping salt on my name
While my haters keep walking, I pass by in that thang
A cool hundred thousand dollars on me
Spend it all on me just because I ain't got no homies
17 years day for day and 8 on parole
Today we celebrating freedom, this one for you big bro
Think i got bout 3 or 4 ounces on me
We gon smoke until i ain't got no more ounces on me
I think they mad at us cause we ain't trying to turn up
So if it ain't screwed up it really dont concern us
Everybody moving slow we all double cupped up
They say the south fell off, they got us double fucked up

[Chorus]
Why they hate me so much?
I don't know
Thats why I keep my gun off safety so much
And if it can't go with me then I don't go
Why they hate me so much
Cause I dont fuck with nobody
I stay in my own lane
I dont give a fuck what y'all be doing
That's y'all motherfucking business
I'm interested in doing my own thang
[Verse 2]
Out of all my old homies I used to fuck with
Rick D and Grady only ones I still fuck with
Cause it ain't matter if I had a million bucks or straight up buckless
Real n***as do real thangs
If it ain't real we could give a fuck less
Another hundred thousand on another car
50 thousand down on another home
And the IRS wanna know who paid for it
Tell them I wrote another song
Just me myself and I quite frankly you can leave us the fuck alone
Yeah bitch you a bad bitch but they taking my picture I'm who they touching on
N***as hate me cause instead of them I'm who they woman been sucking on
And wherever her baby daddy name tatted, thats what im busting on
When I'm out in public, my attitude is fuck it
I'm in the Bentley but I'm driving it like it's a bucket


[Chorus]
Why they hate me so much?
I don't know
Thats why I keep my gun off safety so much
And if it can't go with me then i don't go
Why they hate me so much
Cause I dont fuck with nobody
I stay in my own lane
I dont give a fuck what yall be doing
Thats yall motherfucking business
I'm interested in doing my own thang
[Verse 3]
Question: Is it because I'm successful?
Managing all this money man I swear it's so stressful
Thought I had a brother and a cousin I'm so forgetful
It was me the whole time by my damn self, I had wings, no Redbull
I'm just saying, I was trapping hard as I could trap
N***as hated my shit I still was rapping hard as I could rap
N***as say they love you but rob you what part of the heart is that?
I dont love no n***a I dont love no bitch I'm blackhearted and that's a fact
They mad at me cause i got 200 on the dash
And this ain't the '90s no more I dont need you to pitch in on the gas
N***as screaming hate at me but my money is so much louder though
I wish DJ Screw was alive cause he'd be proud of 'Ro and the way they hate me

[Chorus]
Why they hate me so much?
I don't know
Thats why I keep my gun off safety so much
And if it can't go with me then I don't go
Why they hate me so much
Cause I dont fuck with nobody
I stay in my own lane
I dont give a fuck what y'all be doing
Thats y'all motherfucking business
I'm interested in doing my own thang