You know what? I use to get really mad about hate comments
And I use to focus on them a lot
So much, that it would start to depress me
And make me be like, you know what
Fuck this, fuck these fuckin' people, I fuckin' hate 'em
And, it made me overlook the good comments, that people were leaving
I started realizing, you know what? The hate comments don't fuckin' get to me, anymore
I've learned to take the hate comments, and turn them into fuel
I think people really love to say, "Fuck you"
I think people really love to say, "Fuck you"
I think people really love to say, "Fuck you"
And, since you showin' so much love, lemme show some back, too
Fuck You
I spent my whole life tryin' to be the nice guy
What that get me? Pats on the back, like nice try
Switchblade nigga stab me, in the backside
And critics say, "Can't say nigga, cracka, act right"
No, maybe I'm a light-skin, black guy
Or maybe, pastor should've drowned me, when he baptized
Fuck, these small fries, I ain't doin' no shows for free
Tell the devil suck my dick, he gotta sell his soul to me
Ooh, get a load of me, guess, I ain't a good Christian
Tryna follow Jesus, in the hood, with the sinners
Curses in the past, countin' blessings in the future
Tryna turn my setbacks, into Hallelujahs
Grew up like a screw up, just a juvenile delinquent
Cruisin', bumpin', Juvie, or some Jigga, Big Pimpin'
Now, people listen, dissin', tellin' me the shit they thinkin'
So, this one here for you, 'cause who am I to end tradition?
'Cause, I think people really love to say, "Fuck you"
I think people really love to say, "Fuck you"
I think people really love to say, "Fuck you"
And, since you showin' so much love, lemme show some back, too
Fuck You
I think people really love to say, "Fuck you"
I think people really love to say, "Fuck you"
I think people really love to say, "Fuck you"
And, since you showin' so much love, lemme show some love, too
Fuck You
I remember this one time, in the winter
When I entered the world, out my momma's placenta
Uh, ah, that's some gross stuff, yeah, fuck, I know
I'm so sick, of these assholes, think they could see through, assholes
Hold the phone, I think a homophobic joke was made
Someone call, Sacramento, right now, and close the fuckin' state
We can't have rappers, yappin' 'bout buttholes, during our parade
But, it's okay to throw dildos like hand grenades at kids and wave
Hand grenades? That's a bit extreme, is it, Queen?
'Cause, my mind is blown at all that you condone but call obscene
I just call it how I see it, not too many like me left
Man, what kind of world are we in? Never right, unless you left, I digress
I won't rest, until the press can never lie, well, looks like I'ma never die
Ha, go to hell and ugly looks from girls, when I say hi
So, my middle fingers' high, bitch, bye
I think people really love to say, "Fuck you"
I think people really love to say, "Fuck you"
I think people really love to say, "Fuck you"
And, since you showin' so much love, lemme show some back, too
Fuck You
I think people really love to say, "Fuck you"
I think people really love to say, "Fuck you"
I think people really love to say, "Fuck you"
And, since you showin' so much love, lemme show some love, too
Fuck You