Aye Bro - C-Mob

If I’m doin' better than you, you wanna hate

If I’m not giving you hand outs, you wanna call me fake

I wonder how long it takes

I think you wake up in the morning, for all of the hate to kick in

You’re filled with bitterness and insecurity, you’ve got a fate to fit in

And you think you can cover it up, by always claiming you will

And me mugging like you trynna make people think you aimin' to kill

But bitch we see right through you

If somebody said they would help you, then he lied to you, and

No, you’ll never be prosperous, if a path hates what you choosin'

But, it’s probably in your blood, so it’s your fate to be losin'

At this rate you’ll be doin' nothin' for the rest of your life

Probably be hatin' until you turn old, and death is in sight

Depressful as spite

Mad cause I’ve elevated, lookin' at me like you got a problem, but you never

say shit

To my face, you just talk amongst your bitch ass crew, cause that’s the type of

shit your bitch ass do

And when I see you I’m like

Aye bro what you lookin' mad everyday for?

Maybe you should change your attitude and let the hate go

Ain’t no reason for it so just focus on your pesos

Maybe then you could bring something to the table

If I confronted you, you duck and run

You motherfuckin' bum, luggin from across the room, but in my face your suckin'

cum

Nothin' fun, dealin' with these sucker ass rappers

Bums with the arrogance of upper class statures

You’ll shut the fast after

My brother stack asked you

Fuck you lookin' at?, your just another rat bastard

Mad cause I rise like a hovercraft past you

So you mean mug, like your tougher that’s laughter

You’re a joke you don’t have the guts to fight

So quit hatin' other people, cause you suck at life

While you’re thinkin' that you tough, we’re just laughin' at you

While we’re chillin' kickin back a few brews

And when I see you I’m like

Aye bro what you lookin' mad everyday for?

Maybe you should change your attitude and let the hate go

Ain’t no reason for it so just focus on your pesos

Maybe then you could bring something to the table

Some people are driven by jealousy

They see what they got, and wish they could have everything at me

people keep tellin' me

Don’t get mad at me, because when you look at me you see what you fail to be

(fail to be)

Don’t get mad cause I put in hard work bitch, it’s supposed to pay

There’s the same motherfucking 24 hours in both our days

But I use mine wisely, no one grinds like me

If you would quit hatin' maybe you’d shine brightly

It’s true hindsightly, 20 20 every time

Bitch can I see a mistake, cause your haters left you blind

You could make better rhymes, If you would spend your time, on somethin' other

than hatin' on what I said in mine

Better find some of your own business, you seem to never mind

Strengthen up your thought process, you need to get your head aligned

Actin' like you know what I been through and what I done

I just shake my head and laugh at you son

And when I see you like

Aye bro what you lookin' mad everyday for?

Maybe you should change your attitude and let the hate go

Ain’t no reason for it so just focus on your pesos

Maybe then you could bring something to the table