haters Freestyle

fuck the hater i'm out here for money out here for the money

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

im locked up in jail When they posted bail i getting for 20 for life.

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies i don't like lies

Ran with the

local crew and had a smoke or two and i realize momma really paid the price

i only pay dolla bills Got a nigga seein things realize i got nowhere to run

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles i make mistakes

but learn from everyone the light getting dimer

Don't wonder my hours long and i never tire bitch say i super fly

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed

a lot of flowers, but how could i cry...