So much haters in the room, that I'm cleaning up my life with
We don't know the truth, yet.
They might praying that we lose, see all them, I live in spite with
We don't hear the news, yet.
So we're like fuck you, too, nigga, we ain't got to pretend
Cause we don't fuck with you, niggas, who the fuck said we're friends?

Came in this motherfucker by myself, when I leave I'm a take some more
Niggas, I'm allergic to them broke niggas,