[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
We are
From a land of haters
[?] getting paper
[?] we go
People can't mistake us
The ones with no smiling faces
We are
From a land of haters
[?] getting paper
[?] we go
People can't mistake us
The ones with no smiling faces

[Verse 1: Snug Brim]
If we ain't rappin then we [?]
Spent my time chasing [?] run around the kitchen with
[?] hate so strong
[?] with the faking, wouldn't take so long
Put your n***as on, and they gon stab you in your back
[?] ran off with your sack
[?]
My money solid, [?] again
And I ain't posed to be mad at ya, you [?] first
Hip first, [?] first, chips [?]
I probably should've [?] at ya
I was cool, learned how to play by the rules, tryna [?] at ya
Hatred ain't gon stop me though, we got hella fans
You suckers sitting on your ass, we got hella plans
We reppin Kansas City, [?] time to take a stand
This is the midwest [?] not the [?]
[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
We are
From a land of haters
[?] getting paper
[?] we go
People can't mistake us
The ones with no smiling faces
We are
From a land of haters
[?] getting paper
[?] we go
People can't mistake us
The ones with no smiling faces

[Verse 2: Skatterman]
From the bottom of my feet, to the rinkles on my fourhead
Yeah I had racks, but I always wanted more bread
Started out at 9, just watching and learning
By the age of 12, I was [?] and earning
Had a pistol in the bushes, and some knives in my tube sock
[?] bust heads [?]
Looking for the cherry top, sippin on some mad dog
Still in the game, so I guess that was a bad call
Now [?] n***as I ran with
Make a hundred thousand, see how jealous your man get
Plottin on your safe house, looking for your weakness
Shaking hands, smiling in your face on some sneak shit
Call yourself a brother, but you really a snake
Should've knew it all along, that the n***a was fake
Ain't quite sure how much more I can take
Do you see a fucking smile on my face, n***a?
[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
We are
From a land of haters
[?] getting paper
[?] we go
People can't mistake us
The ones with no smiling faces
We are
From a land of haters
[?] getting paper
[?] we go
People can't mistake us
The ones with no smiling faces

[Verse 3: The Popper]
Yeah, we from the land where they hating
Where people usually judge you by the [?] you break in
Falty fake friends, cheese in front of you
Hating cause a n***a pulled out G's in front of you
Hustle from the back [?] in front of you
Mad cause a n***a rolling D's in front of you
Mad cause a n***a getting gwop and you not
[?] hustle [?] make a [?]
The block is too hot, the money done slowed up
Gass is too hot, I [?]
[?] grow up, the more I'm stressin
Look into a n***a's eyeballs, see his expressions
Counting my blessings, perfection I do chase
Clutching my heat, cause [?] look at me screw faced
Skatter and Snug, these n***as is two fake
They mad cause they knowing that we eating from two plates
[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
We are
From a land of haters
[?] getting paper
[?] we go
People can't mistake us
The ones with no smiling faces
We are
From a land of haters
[?] getting paper
[?] we go
People can't mistake us
The ones with no smiling faces