Verse 1
Forever MOB affiliated, my niggaz saying I made it
If fame don't come with money then fuck it a nigga hate it
Like I Jordan I'll be the greatest, a star just got to shine
Its either this or death, I put it all on the line
Niggaz think I'm doing fine, reality is a bitch
Live a life of negativity for something positive
After class learning how to roll a blunt, high school
After that I took off, straight to Flight School
I don't really smoke with niggaz, cause niggaz be on that sucka shit
take off, outta space, find me on the mother ship
In the sky with the stars, I'm walking on the moon
Just took my last pull, mind floating on balloons
They hate nigga for nothing, they want me to make it big
Right now I'm by myself, cause its always been 2 Da Crib
Its Haze, nobody else, my struggle no body help
So the pleasures all mine, I' keep it to myself

Chorus
I know what they hate for, they hate see a nigga on his own
they love to send shots, when a nigga on the throne
I know what they hate for, them pussy niggaz they a bunch of lames
And fake is a condition that be running thru they veins

I know what they hate for, they hate see a nigga on his own
they love to send shots, when a nigga on the throne
I know what they hate for, they wanna be in my lane
And take a flight on my plane

Verse 2
Got a call last week, from a nigga I don't speak with
asking for some change, niggaz steady on that sneak shit
I'm a grown man and I work hard for mine
I watched this nigga moves, I figured out that he lying
I swear that be that sucka shit, you watch a nigga pockets
that's why I'm taking off on these niggaz like a rocket
my motto never stop it, the money is what I'm chasing
keep my mind on the grind while you pussy nigga hating
conversation marinating, trying to do better good
You can always find a nigga who just hate you from your hood
They hating they wish they could, just be in your position
if you aint talking money, than my nigga I don't listen
You cant sell fish, to a nigga that is fishing
For the MOB its whatever other niggaz opposition
Welcome to Outta Space a place where only God's know
No its not death its a place to find ya own soul

Chorus
I know what they hate for, they hate see a nigga on his own
they love to send shots, when a nigga on the throne
I know what they hate for, they wanna be in my lane
And take a flight on my plane