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Darius Talras - Haterade Lyrics



Darius Talras - Haterade Lyrics




You lames can't stop me mane
I'm a locomotive train
So stay in ya f*ckin' lane
Before i blow ya f*ckin' brain
It's a dirty shame all of the tricks up in the game
They try to bring me down
But I just level up again
Am God blessed
So I don't stress about nothin'
All this work I been puttin in gon' come out to sumthin'
Aint worried, mi know everything soo curry
You can't open the doors that God made for me
If I never grew my locs
My raps woulda get a lot more props
Not my fault they can't see through that
So they put me in a box
Say mi jus' fi sing One Drop
Maybe do some Dancehall tracks
Not saying I'm not into that
But rap is where my heart is at
And if I don't oblige then I'll be crucified
You know what they mean by that - career suicide
If that's what it is then I'm gonna do and die
Cuz I'll be rapping til' the Lord close my eyes
I'm known for ripping the mic and causing excitement
When I jump on the beat all the haters get silent
They know the King in the place and I always get 'er done
They wanna rap about guns, I wanna rap about fun
Different strokes for different folks, that's just the way it goes
They said I wasn't real, now they're looking like Pinocchio
My flow is stupid cold, sum'n like 4 below
So even when I'm in Jamaica I can still feel the snow
I ain't braggin', no, just tryna keep it real
Cuz they tried to put me on ice
They tried to stop my kids' meals
All I wanted to was make an honest mil'
But they don't want me to do that
So now these niggas is gon' feel that
I'ma roll up on 'em, in a tint black
Cadillac, BLAT, from ma f*ckin' Gat
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You lames can't stop me mane
I'm a locomotive train
So stay in ya f*ckin' lane
Before i blow ya f*ckin' brain
It's a dirty shame all of the tricks up in the game
They try to bring me down
But I just level up again
Am God blessed
So I don't stress about nothin'
All this work I been puttin in gon' come out to sumthin'
Aint worried, mi know everything soo curry
You can't open the doors that God made for me
If I never grew my locs
My raps woulda get a lot more props
Not my fault they can't see through that
So they put me in a box
Say mi jus' fi sing One Drop
Maybe do some Dancehall tracks
Not saying I'm not into that
But rap is where my heart is at
And if I don't oblige then I'll be crucified
You know what they mean by that - career suicide
If that's what it is then I'm gonna do and die
Cuz I'll be rapping til' the Lord close my eyes
I'm known for ripping the mic and causing excitement
When I jump on the beat all the haters get silent
They know the King in the place and I always get 'er done
They wanna rap about guns, I wanna rap about fun
Different strokes for different folks, that's just the way it goes
They said I wasn't real, now they're looking like Pinocchio
My flow is stupid cold, sum'n like 4 below
So even when I'm in Jamaica I can still feel the snow
I ain't braggin', no, just tryna keep it real
Cuz they tried to put me on ice
They tried to stop my kids' meals
All I wanted to was make an honest mil'
But they don't want me to do that
So now these niggas is gon' feel that
I'ma roll up on 'em, in a tint black
Cadillac, BLAT, from ma f*ckin' Gat
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Writer: Dominic Davis
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Performed By: Darius Talras
Length: 2:19
Written by: Dominic Davis
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