I do my best to make music
people can get down to
but all I eva feel is hatin
when I get round you
we grew up together
had dreams of being great
I rock a show get ovations
and you throw it in my face
just cause you picked a bad beat
I guess I'm supposed to suffer
we both took bumps and bruises
they were supposed to make us tougher
but instead it made you softer
should I step down my greatness for you
is it normal that I'm developing
a bit of hatred for you
cause you was like my blood
like we were cut from the same flesh
I gave you love and honor
and expected the same respect
but what I got was the opposite
my best friend's hatin and it's killin me
tryin to do this rap thing right
to the best of my ability
you used eat from my 'fridgerator
you used to sleep at my crib
called my pops 'pops'
I can't believe this shit!
but alls well that ends well
you just lost a friend
my careers about to begin
yourz is about to end
Hater. You know who you are