Story Behind The Song

TRUE LIFE STORY

Song Description

THIS SONG IS ABOUT JEALOUSY, ENVY STRIFE,LIES AND HATRED

Lyrics

HATERS

Verse#1

I won the coin toss so I?m receivin?
You jealous cause I got the ball now you deceivin?
Who ever you can where ever you go
You thought the coast was clear cause you didn?t see me no mo?
Cause I done did a ghost for a season
Now I?m back to score and here?s the reason
I had to return to the locker room at half time
Clear my thoughts recognize the spirit and free my mind
Now I?m focused I know my purpose and that?s to ball
So I could come back to the hood and save some of yall
But you aint feelin? me and you aint hearin? me
You rather lie to folks and start a conspiracy
Against the one and only nigga who loved you
Now it?s time to shut your mouth and unplug you
What you need to do is pray to your creator
And ask for forgiveness for bein? a hater

Chorus/two part

Youz a hata
Hataaaaaaaaaaa, hata, hata, hata
Youz a hata
Hataaaaaaaaaaa, hata, hata, hata
Youz a hata
Hataaaaaaaaaaa, hata, hata, hata
Youz a hata
Hataaaaaaaaaaa, hata, hata, hata

Verse#2

I?m in the play offs but you got eliminated
Times was getting hard and you could not fade it
Only the strong survive and you was about to die
Envious of me so you coungered up some lies
To tear down my name Sodom Heusayne
People lookin? at me strange makin? me wanna hoobang
He said this and she said that it was a fact
All they wanted me to do was counter attack
But imma wait this one out and be patient
A few years later now look what they facin?
Broke as a joke can?t even cope
Lost with no hope in other words shote
You can hate on cause Imma play on
Keep doin? wrong so I could keep doin? songs
Imma keep on creatin? while you keep on imitatin?
While I keep makin? franklins you can keep on hatin?

Chorus

Youz a hata
Hataaaaaaaaaaa, hata, hata, hata
Youz a hata
Hataaaaaaaaaaa, hata, hata, hata
Youz a hata
Hataaaaaaaaaaa, hata, hata, hata
Youz a hata
Hataaaaaaaaaaa, hata, hata, hata

Verse#3

Now I?m in the super bowl and they hate me even mo?
Tip top condition cause I?m a pro
Well fit for this game and ready for the fame
The whole wide world gone know my name
D-M-G (plus) N-O-F-A-C-E
(who is that) that?s who I be( where you from) the C-P-T
The more you talk about me the stronger I get
If my name stay in your mouth that means the shoe fits
So wear it and sport it like a NFL kicker
I?m givin yall the boot just like I did liquor
But quicker cause I learned it?s my turn to burn
This song goes out to whom it may concern
The thangs that you say don?t even fit my character
Only God can judge me cause I?m a inheritor
So keep on fakin? it and infiltratin? it
Imma keep makin? it while you keep hatin? it

Chorus

Youz a hata
Hataaaaaaaaaaa, hata, hata, hata
Youz a hata
Hataaaaaaaaaaa, hata, hata, hata
Youz a hata
Hataaaaaaaaaaa, hata, hata, hata
Youz a hata
Hataaaaaaaaaaa, hata, hata, hata