Haters need to grow up,
With the illusions in their minds.
Thinking that they are "all that",
When to the fact their blind.
Blind in not knowing,
That the stupidity lies in you.
For showing yourself like your something,
When you really look like a fool.
Learning how to grow up,
Might do you some good.
Thinking that your tough, or hard,
or that you "grew up in the hood".
Knowledge is something,
That you will never understand.
Never knowing how to do for yourself,
Just how to hold out your hand.
Making fun of other people,
Just so you think your all that.
I maybe be the big one here,
But it won't be your pockets that are fat.
So if you had a brain,
(Which if you do you don't use.)
You can see, to mess with me,
Is something that you will lose.
When in the end, my hater friend,
It's not me that needs to change.
Jealousy, you won't get the best of me,
don't hate me cuz I'm smart, hate the game.
Because you may look better,
(Or so you sure do think.)
I'll be the one sitting at the bar,
While your serving me my drinks.
If you look and see, there's flaws in me,
but your the one with the big problem.
Too bad you have no brains in your head,
To even think to solve them.
