Let 'Em Hate - Nino Man, Styles P

Nino Man

We’re just about ready

I had to get it on my own 'cause this culture is petty

Niggas see you gettin' fine, these vulture be ready

Sick and tired of ravioli, I want the spaghetti

I got tired of buyin' my mother groceries with pennies

It was days I was down on my last, I had twenty-eight cash and bought me a gram

I made ninety cash fast 'fore it got out of hand

To make a long story, they called me the man

I chased the money 'cause these bars is iffy

So if you ever see me chasin', bitch, somebody tripped me

You better try that wit' that nigga, please don’t try that wit' me

'Cause he a corn with some bread, you should call him jiffy

Let them niggas hate

We don’t even know them niggas, let them niggas hate

Wait-wait

Let them niggas hate

We don’t even know them niggas, let them niggas hate

Wait

We don’t even know them niggas, let them niggas hate

We just skatin' wit' this money, fuck a figure eight

If they hear you got weight, they in a nigga place

Bust a eight at your family for a nigga safe

They ain’t even sure if it’s got cash in it

The J got the hash in it

The van got the forceful task in it

New York is a fast minute, do shit in the last minute

He ain’t ready for war, his mouth got his ass in it

Why they hatin'?

We don’t even know 'em

Send a pretty bitch to blow 'em then we really show 'em

'Cause he ain’t got his gun and his pants down

Tie him up, put honey on his body, lay an army of ants down

Ghost

Let them niggas hate

We don’t even know them niggas, let them niggas hate

Wait-wait

Let them niggas hate

We don’t even know them niggas, let them niggas hate

Wait

We’re just about ready