[Verse 1] Yo, peep the script, the flick, the flim-flam, These chumps, they campin', stampin', ain't no grand slam. Just cheap shots, quick plots, talkin' that hot tamale, But their whole operation? More like cold ravioli. No substance, just static, a broken radio, Their output's pathetic, a sad, slow cardio. [Chorus] Haters gonna hate, man, that's their whole mission, A sad, stale debate, stuck in a low-rent vision. They grumble and gripe, a permanent scowl, Their whole life's a hype, just a dog on the prowl. Haters gonna hate, yeah, they can't help but do it, A bitter, bad fate, watch 'em stew in their own fluid. [Verse 2] I'm on a different frequency, a whole new plane, They stuck in delinquency, singin' the same old refrain. Their words, they just dust, a whisper in the wind, My hustle's robust, watch the whole world rescind Their weak-kneed opinions, their sour, sad takes, I'm buildin' dominions, while they breakin' for breaks. A full-course feast, they still beggin' for crumbs, My lyrical beast, it just shrugs and it hums. [Bridge] Why the venom? The vitriol? The constant critique? Is it envy, or sorrow, a soul that's just meek? They projectin' their problems, their own inner wars, While I'm solvin' my theorems, kickin' down all the doors. No time for the nonsense, the petty, the small, I'm climbin' to dominance, standin' ten feet tall. [Chorus] Haters gonna hate, man, that's their whole mission, A sad, stale debate, stuck in a low-rent vision. They grumble and gripe, a permanent scowl, Their whole life's a hype, just a dog on the prowl. Haters gonna hate, yeah, they can't help but do it, A bitter, bad fate, [Chorus] Haters gonna hate, man, that's their whole mission, A sad, stale debate, stuck in a low-rent vision. They grumble and gripe, a permanent scowl, Their whole life's a hype, just a dog on the prowl [Chorus] Haters gonna hate, man, that's their whole mission, A sad, stale debate, stuck in a low-rent vision. They grumble and gripe, a permanent scowl, Their whole life's a hype, just a dog on the prowl. Haters gonna hate, yeah, they can't help but do it, A bitter, bad fate
