Lyrics:

Let me ask you something
Why you spend all your time talking about me?
'Cause I'm smokin', drinkin' and getting paid
And you still doing bad without me
I know you don't want to see me shining
I know you want to have what I got
But I've been hustling, handling my business
It's my time whether you like it or not
Just stay the hell out my way
I'll sacrifice my freedom today
'Cause I will blow you away
But since you're the reason I'm getting paid
I'd really like to thank you because without your H.A.T.E.
I couldn't be me, I'd like to thank you
You're the reason I made it to the T.O.P.
I'd really like to thank you, even though I'm not on TV
I'm just another CD, I'd like to thank you
You're the reason my bank account about to OD
I'd really like to thank you
My mind is made up
I'm not gon' let you talk me out of my game
Even though it gets harder during the fourth quarter
I've got to get the victory man
I'm a team player when I play
So why my team got something to say?
But they ain't talking about nothing
They bumping mad 'cause the MVP is Mr. McVay
But they don't give me a lane
If they don't I got my three point range
Ain't nobody got to cheer for me, man
Don't go nowhere 'cause after the game
I'd really like to thank you because without your H.A.T.E.
I couldn't be me, I'd like to thank you
You're the reason I made it to the T.O.P.
I'd really like to thank you, even though I'm not on TV
I'm just another CD, I'd like to thank you
You're the reason my bank account about to OD
I'd really like to thank you
I'm a one man army, I don't need no help my nigga
'Cause you's a buster, how could I love you
The only one l trust besides myself is my trigger
I know you haters want to see me fall
But like Yao Ming I'm still standing tall
Even though my homeboys use to dog me
Now they want to out me
That's why I sing fuck all y'all
'Cause I don't want no friends
The love they have is pretend
They didn't know me when I went to the Pen
Now they telling everybody they my next of kin
Thank you because without your H.A.T.E.
I couldn't be me, I'd like to thank you
You're the reason I made it to the T.O.P.
I'd really like to thank you, even though I'm not on TV
I'm just another CD, I'd like to thank you
You're the reason my bank account about to OD
I'd really like to thank you
Hey, I'm thinking of a master plan
Z-Ro can get a verse for free 'cause that nigga my man
We playing Texas hold 'em, watch me show him my hand
He come home from jail, fuck it, I'm gon' throw him a grand
Now my nigga getting tense so things going as planned
We dropped Kingz of the South, you better check the song again
So when you need a tight verse what you gon' do?
Call flipper Ro, you got my number fool
You get in the game and act like you better than us
But we know the truth, you ain't getting the chatter like us
You livin' a lie, we know you ain't a gangsta
On the behalf of real niggas, I really like to thank you
I'd really like to thank you because without your H.A.T.E.
I couldn't be me, I'd like to thank you
You're the reason I made it to the T.O.P.
I'd really like to thank you, even though I'm not on TV
I'm just another CD, I'd like to thank you
You're the reason my bank account about to OD
I'd really like to thank you
Did you hear what he said?
Said you're the reason they're getting out, if I knew you
Z-Ro my shit already on reportage
You flatlined five times
Thanks to some nigga
Thanks to the streets
Can't fuck with us, man
You can steal our style but you can't fuck with us, nigga
Flip Game, Z-Ro nigga, we the kings of the South
Got a problem, we cock it back and put that thing in your mouth, yes sir
Kill yourself, kill yourself (thank you)