Immaculate Perception - 8Ball

They love to hate

Any time, any place

They love to hate

Behind the back and in the face

They love to hate

Every day, all day

They love to hate

Behind the back and in the face

Leave one of you niggas stretched out in the middle of the street

Stressed out every day of the week

My only relief when I hear these beats

Smokin' calms me down

Talk soft but the weeds I blow loud

I was hard then, still hard now

Memphis nigga, that still my town

Bitch 4−5, bout for sho'

If you see it you probably gonna die

Don’t rough that but the bullets in the outside like shh shh when they wield

‘em by

Put it in the light, bag it ain’t slow

My DNA was not the trans ho

MJG, my brother for life

No speculation, that’s what I know

Timeless, it don’t die bitch

Long life, strong heart, hot head

Could’ve been dead

Space age, that’s what we are

Bigger than life, Superman

No cape on, with the blunt in my hand

Safety off, I might let one go

Safety off, I might let one go

I wanna make them happy songs but it’s not a accurate reflection

I make sweat poetry with my immaculate perception

Never go nowhere without profile, that’s built for my protection

I was rolling up and burning at the time of its conception

And I know that sound, kinda fucked up y’all

But that’s how I feel and that’s how I roll

And that’s all I live, and that’s all I know

And it’s what I give and that’s how it goes

Twenty thousand eight balls of cocaine

That’s what it cost for the chain

Meet 8Ball in the ass club

They screamin' all make it rain, that’s all I know, my dog bark

I’m a boss like a GD

My life a movie, no TV, I’m fully focused

All my heads in, the brief feel better in the driver seat

Don’t preach to me about music

Sayin' Waka step up your lyrics

Mind your business, I’m eatin'

Big belly, that’s to get money gut

Flockavelli got me a bulletproof truck

These two group kids got me stuck

Blow it out the back, well Waka Flocka Flame

The '96 show, I do what I wanna do, do whatcha could

I said ghetto after ghetto, walkin' block after block

From Craig County Riverdale, what the fuck?

I’m up all night like a truck

I don’t trust shit, the cops is suckers

Brick Squad Monopoly that’s the company

I don’t need no company so I’mma let my homies speak

I’mma do me and be myself

If you don’t like that go fuck yourself

You see this Jack bottle?

That could be the reason that I pulled the motherfucker right out, scared him

And introduce him to my homie in the trailer park

Bend over till you go, we’ll polish

You see this bad model?

She might be the only bitch to ever get you into a situation

Because you hate to see me lookin' like I do and still get these number tens, ho

Oh you a gangster huh?

Well I never seen a G suckin' dick cause I put it on my fuckin' list

To fuck up shit in the rap game

And I’m doin' it

Slummerican’s bangin', huh?

Besides me, you ain’t never gonna fuck with Rittz

And Shawty Fatt’ll welcome back into the welcome mat

Young Struggle at the mailbox with the bricks

8Ball, Waka Flocka walking through the sticks

Alabama got a lot of troubles with the clips

And because I know about a murder written 'bout this

Yelawolf has got a lot of people talkin' shit

But it’s everything cause you don’t know about the history

That my career has been through, homie

I coulda flown to the moon on a bird’s back

Before I could jump out and act like a phony

So it really don’t matter to me

What you think about the clothes I put on

It’s my originality

That’s got ‘em all acting like hoes

Catfish Billy and I’m on some new shit

Don’t hate bitch, I can make you rich

Suck dick while I sip Nestle Quik

With my money shoes all over you momma’s new whip, yup

Yeller

They love to hate

Any time, any place

They love to hate

Behind the back and in the face

They love to hate