The Hated (Skit) lyrics

[Skit: Dave East, Friend, Hater #1, Hater #2]
Yo what up, what's cracking with you two n*ggas?
I heard y'all n*ggas ain't get no ass last night?
f*ck outta here, my n*gga
I got all the hoes n*gga
My DM is crazy, n*gga
f*ck is you talking about?
Bet you was DM'ing last night
Heard you my n*gga what the screen name then?
f*ck outta here
Heard you n*gga
Who this pullin' up?
It look like the East n*gga, hold up
Watch this n*gga, hold up
Yooo!
Yo what's up, my n*ggas?
Dave East, sup, n*gga
Ahhhhhhh
This n*gga in Harlem right here
What's cracking, boy
What's cracking, boy
Sup, n*gga, what's up
Court side, first game
I ain't gon' front, my n*gga
This sh*t crazy right now for a n*gga
Lil baby girl out there too, she's beautiful
What you doing for moms and pops, bro
n*ggas ain't doin' that
What you doin' for moms and pops, bro, deadass, boy
I got to put on
It's Harlem, baby
One of the last real n*ggas left
Nowhere in the world
This n*gga got 10 chains on, boy
That sh*t crazy
Let n*ggas hold something
You out here, 10 chains on and sh*t
Oh these are some light sh*t I just got
I just picked this sh*t up this morning
That boy bus man
You can't share with the hood, baby, what's up?
I just picked this sh*t up this morning, man
Smoking that Cali sh*t where the moon rocks
I ain't gon' front, I didn't even bring none of that sh*t back with me
Y'all good tho?
Everybody straight?
I'm 'bout to spin, I got some sh*t to do later
Love you, boy
My new sh*t 'bout to come out
Love you, boy
My new sh*t 'bout to drop
I got the "Paranoia" song, I already got that
Y'all n*ggas be cool
Y'all n*ggas be cool
Yo where Nas at?
Where Nas at tho?
Where Nas at bro?
He's good in Harlem
Yo tell him come through, bro
That's love, man
I can't believe n*ggas showing love like that in the streets, man
We came a long way
Love, man, it's crazy
Can't believe you two n*ggas just went crazy like that, mean
f*ck you mean, n*gga
Listen, man, listen, man
f*ck the Dave East n*gga, bro
I ain't gon' front I don't even know if that n*gga from Harlem
n*ggas ain't got love for him
He be in Queens? Like how the f*ck did he even meet Nas?
On some real sh*t
How did he meet him?
When you see the n*gga out here shining or whatever, but f*ck this n*gga
All that 30 sh*t, man, I ain't with that sh*t, my n*gga
This my block, n*gga
f*ck that 30 sh*t, n*gga
Man, we let the n*gga come through, we let him live
That's the most he can do
I know he better put on for the hood
I got my lil' homie, my lil' homie
My lil' n*gga, I got, he got bars, my n*gga
So if he don't put on for my lil' n*gga, you know what time it is
Keep it cool
He know what it is
I swear he do
I swear
n*gga don't come through no type of crazy way
Man I seen that protect too, need that joint
Man this n*gga is not like that, like facts, bro
Like this n*gga is not like that
You know I keep my sh*t on me 24/7
sh*t got me hot, bro
f*ck this n*gga
I ain't say nothing to that n*gga the whole time he was over here
Y'all n*ggas was going crazy
Saying he ain't like that
Man, f*ck that, let's get this n*gga next time he pull up
Heard n*ggas, bro
Heard n*ggas, bro
If y'all really feel like that
Keep that same energy when you see n*ggas, we keep it cool, bro, that's all it is, like
You know how that sh*t go
We gon' see them
Slap fire from this n*gga, for real