Young Buck - To All My Haters lyrics

rate me

Chorus:

It's time to toast for all the haters

Hold your bottles up in the sky

You just mad 'cause I made it

And I'm living that gangsta life

Wouldn't change a thing for nothing

This is how I'm living my life

Look at me now

Look at me now

Started here with no game and no art in me

There was no father here, cocaine it's all is here

The young buck is saving up,hustling all this shit

So they can fuck the club up and park anywhere

I lost houses, cars now I'm right back on

You packing 70 G, I need this white pack on

I can't gloom jogs, niggas did me wrong

But then you try to hide it all when your kids is home

I'm not trying to buy it all I'm just trying to get on

I try to get my hands off I got too much to sit on

And even though I know a better way

Still I refuse to do the thing seen 3 letters say

See I can easily go to Hell or go to jail today

You say you wanna go to Heaven but you never pray

They say I had a junk shop now I'm selling ye

But shawty wanna ride in my drop seven train

So fuck a hater nigga

Chorus:

It's time to toast for all the haters

Hold your bottles up in the sky

You just mad 'cause I made it

And I'm living that gangsta life

Wouldn't change a thing for nothing

This is how I'm living my life yeah

Look at me now

Look at me now

All the peace and bullshit

I'll be on that can't hold me by hand

Cuffing me to a contract neither with no ready or playing

With this federal case I'm still ahead in your race

Now what you call that, woo

too bail in it ,with a bail in it

Can I get a bail in it 'cause it got that smell in it

Rolled me, got money 'till my hands swelling

You can teach the son how to walk but can't stand for him

All my haters I'll be praying for 'em

I'm too high in the sky and I won't land for 'em

And bankruptcy with a bank roll, what

You think I'm broke nigga,I'm thinking no holmes

I'm on my own what I need a bank for, yeah

You watch your mind shawty what I need to thank for

Besides who are you to tell me where I can't go

And when you thank at my funeral,take a little bow

You know the saint ain't gonna hate, but the real no

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