Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I'm coming up
They're talking down on my name man
I tell 'em: You gotta stop with the hating fam
Get that outcha heart, that'll help you
Win even bigger; I know you gunnin' for the figures
No pun intended; not talking triggers
Just cruisin' your path, on your own way
Don't let your image turn you into a slave
It's 'Hokusai' -how I'm painting the wave
With the flow on the canvas of the beat
Let it breathe
I heard the pen was mightier than the sword
Yes indeed
If you're making moves, stay discreet
Yes of course
That's the key
If you're looking for more jewels
You should listen to me
When I tell you: you gotta stop with the hating fam
You gotta stop with the hating fam
You gotta stop with the hating fam
You gotta stop with the hating fam
Why you handle business so sleazy, yo?
Mean muggin' looking greasy
You can do it too, just believe me bro
Though I know this life ain't easy
What you gon' do but give it all you got?
Sleep when you're dead, rest when you drop
Nah- you gotta take better care of your mind
Everybody ain't ya friend, you gotta learn to see the signs
Learn to see it for what it's worth
Before it hits you where it hurts
Learn to read between the lines
Know what I mean?
Either way it swings
If today's your last day
I hope you fade out clean
That's why you gotta stop with the hating fam
You gotta stop with the hating fam
You gotta stop with the hating fam
You gotta stop with the hating fam
Call me Diesel Hokusai with the flow
How I'm painting the wave
On the canvas of the beat
Had to say it twice
Precision of a samurai, trained my whole life
No lie; with the pen, I'm zen like
That's why each and every day
I pray and I write
Swinging for the fences like it's my last strike
Like my last at bat, like my last jump shot
Each and every day I give it all I got
Leave it all on the court
Yes, of course
It's always ninety feet to first (Base)
Go for goal on the fourth (Down)
If you're scared to run the ball when the game's in the trenches
Same coach tryna call: "pass interference"
We ain't mad at you bro; (We) know you had good intentions
I think one small suggestion might have made all the difference
You gotta stop with the hating, fam
You gotta stop with the hating, fam
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I'm coming up
They're talking down on my name man
I tell 'em: You gotta stop with the hating fam
Get that outcha heart, that'll help you
Win even bigger; I know you gunnin' for the figures
No pun intended; not talking triggers
Just cruisin' your path, on your own way
Don't let your image turn you into a slave
It's 'Hokusai' -how I'm painting the wave
With the flow on the canvas of the beat
Let it breathe
I heard the pen was mightier than the sword
Yes indeed
If you're making moves, stay discreet
Yes of course
That's the key
If you're looking for more jewels
You should listen to me
When I tell you: you gotta stop with the hating fam
You gotta stop with the hating fam
You gotta stop with the hating fam
You gotta stop with the hating fam
Why you handle business so sleazy, yo?
Mean muggin' looking greasy
You can do it too, just believe me bro
Though I know this life ain't easy
What you gon' do but give it all you got?
Sleep when you're dead, rest when you drop
Nah- you gotta take better care of your mind
Everybody ain't ya friend, you gotta learn to see the signs
Learn to see it for what it's worth
Before it hits you where it hurts
Learn to read between the lines
Know what I mean?
Either way it swings
If today's your last day
I hope you fade out clean
That's why you gotta stop with the hating fam
You gotta stop with the hating fam
You gotta stop with the hating fam
You gotta stop with the hating fam
Call me Diesel Hokusai with the flow
How I'm painting the wave
On the canvas of the beat
Had to say it twice
Precision of a samurai, trained my whole life
No lie; with the pen, I'm zen like
That's why each and every day
I pray and I write
Swinging for the fences like it's my last strike
Like my last at bat, like my last jump shot
Each and every day I give it all I got
Leave it all on the court
Yes, of course
It's always ninety feet to first (Base)
Go for goal on the fourth (Down)
If you're scared to run the ball when the game's in the trenches
Same coach tryna call: "pass interference"
We ain't mad at you bro; (We) know you had good intentions
I think one small suggestion might have made all the difference
You gotta stop with the hating, fam
You gotta stop with the hating, fam
Yeah
Yeah
I'm coming up
They're talking down on my name man
I tell 'em: You gotta stop with the hating fam
Get that outcha heart, that'll help you
Win even bigger; I know you gunnin' for the figures
No pun intended; not talking triggers
Just cruisin' your path, on your own way
Don't let your image turn you into a slave
It's 'Hokusai' -how I'm painting the wave
With the flow on the canvas of the beat
Let it breathe
I heard the pen was mightier than the sword
Yes indeed
If you're making moves, stay discreet
Yes of course
That's the key
If you're looking for more jewels
You should listen to me
When I tell you: you gotta stop with the hating fam
You gotta stop with the hating fam
You gotta stop with the hating fam
You gotta stop with the hating fam
Why you handle business so sleazy, yo?
Mean muggin' looking greasy
You can do it too, just believe me bro
Though I know this life ain't easy
What you gon' do but give it all you got?
Sleep when you're dead, rest when you drop
Nah- you gotta take better care of your mind
Everybody ain't ya friend, you gotta learn to see the signs
Learn to see it for what it's worth
Before it hits you where it hurts
Learn to read between the lines
Know what I mean?
Either way it swings
If today's your last day
I hope you fade out clean
That's why you gotta stop with the hating fam
You gotta stop with the hating fam
You gotta stop with the hating fam
You gotta stop with the hating fam
Call me Diesel Hokusai with the flow
How I'm painting the wave
On the canvas of the beat
Had to say it twice
Precision of a samurai, trained my whole life
No lie; with the pen, I'm zen like
That's why each and every day
I pray and I write
Swinging for the fences like it's my last strike
Like my last at bat, like my last jump shot
Each and every day I give it all I got
Leave it all on the court
Yes, of course
It's always ninety feet to first (Base)
Go for goal on the fourth (Down)
If you're scared to run the ball when the game's in the trenches
Same coach tryna call: "pass interference"
We ain't mad at you bro; (We) know you had good intentions
I think one small suggestion might have made all the difference
You gotta stop with the hating, fam
You gotta stop with the hating, fam
Writer: Brandon Green
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid