Haters Got Me Wrong

Haters got me wrong

Haters got me wrong

Haters got me wrong

Haters got me wrong

Haters got me wrong

Haters got me wrong

Early in the morning, I daydream 'cause I'm locked down

And I can't help but to reminisce about when I was back in H-Town

When I was ridin' candy blue piece and chain hangin', doin' my thang in R-A-P

But now I can't help but to wonder if God has forgotten about me

I can still taste the juicy sour

Ain't it never been too sweet

And I never did nothing to nobody

Just tried to stay up on my feet

Why does it seem like everybody wanna see me B-R-O-K-E?

Y'all can eat

A meaty dick baby, I know you wanna see me fall, but I want it all, man, these haters got me wrong

Haters got me wrong

Haters got me wrong

Haters got me wrong

Haters got me wrong

Haters got me wrong (it's Gucci, what's that? Yeah)

Haters got me wrong ('cause I sleep, said it)

I know this boy, he used to hate on me

This girl who still be hatin' on me

Mad 'cause I'm successful and my schedule filled with making money

Man, I hate these haters, homie

Damn, I hate these haters homie

If I was you I'd hate me homie

Why, you think I make it funny?

When I was locked in Fulton County

Bitch, you wasn't thinking 'bout me

From my hood but niggas in

My hood still be soft, shawty

I'm gon' put you on some doper job or deal or loan, shawty

Please, leave me alone

Hold your own

'Cause your grown

Be your own

Not a clone

Yeah it's Big Gucci and Z-Ro

You haters acting stupid

Pockets on gas like

Need some fuel to it

Flash back '99

Techs go on the ground

Go 'round nine to five

Air mats in your house

Fast forward

Rolls Royce paid for

'Cause this is only motherfucker hating

Man that can't afford accessories necessities

This is our way to Texas

And you haters need congratulations

Stop that being jealous

Gucci, Gucci

Haters got me wrong

Haters got me wrong

Haters got me wrong

Haters got me wrong (they got it so wrong)

Haters got me wrong (yeah, screwed up, lickin' the earth)

Haters got me wrong (Chris Wizard, yeah, yeah)

These haters got me wrong

These haters got me on

My job is the boss of the mob

That's why I got these gators on

They keeps me motivated

'Cause this game is so, so shady

That's why I smile at them

To let them know I know they hate it

This being a trill, like we trill is kinda overrated

But we ain't fucked up about it

'Cause we know they babies

Full-time on the climb with mine

Every time I rhyme, I shine

See the paints, see the swangs

See the rings, see the chains

Diamond Don

Every time you haters awake

It's like I'm on your mind

But every time I'm awake

Haters, I'm on the grind

So, how could you not like the C dot W-A-R-D?

Why would you want me dead, or in jail, or out here living horribly?

Is it 'cause that girl you love is on my dick and adoring me

Or that video you hate is blowing up and it's starring we?

Well, I can't lie, I'm just doing my thang

I'm just doing, I'm just doing, I'm just doing my thang

Keep your hate up

Haters got me wrong

Haters got me wrong

Haters got me wrong

Haters got me wrong

Haters got me wrong

Haters got me wrong