Hypnotized By Hatred

[Intro: *Clip from a Boosie interview with VLAD TV*]
And it's always like that
Wherever you from, you will get hated the most
You know, most rappers die in they own city, it's a fact
You know what they hate you for no reason
They hate you for, they hate you for your success
If you was a local rapper and you didn't have much, they would love you
You know, you develop hatred in your own city
Niggas gon' hate you in your city
I advise everybody, once they get money, get out they city, man

[Interlude]
On the road to success
The one thing you gotta worry about probably the most:
Is your own hometown
Now see the place that you grew up in, where you were raised at
It's supposed to be filled with love
Your neighbors, your community, it's supposed to have your back
But instead they'll turn their back on you
And (?) you 'til your demise

[Verse 1: RJ Payne]
Check, Nipsey took us to places we haven't gone
He ran his Victory Lap, and inspired my Marathon
Halie Selassie probably, a modern day Farrakhan
They had us stuck in the maze and trapped in a rabbit form
'Til he set us free, gave us that independent game
We ain't never see, how they gon' profit off my name
Versus 'stead of me
Now I get 15 bucks off a album
PayPal get they cut, but the rest is me
Yeah, and I owe it to him
My career's on a fast track, won't ever slow up again
I blew up, then fell off, then got to blow up again
I celebrate while rollin' up, I let it blow in the wind, it's PAYNE!!!
'Cause of you, I been building it right
Rest in peace, prayers up to ya children and wife, I'm gone

[Interlude]
Envy breeds deeply within the heart of the hood
And every hood across America
So you have to be careful
When you get out, stay out, you can't help everybody
Because home ain't really home, is it?

[Verse 2: RJ Payne]
Uh, let's go
So many rappers tried to make a livin'
When you successful, the people at home treat you different
See when you makin' chicken gotta make decisions
'Cause there's some niggas waitin', sittin' for the day you slippin'
Look at Chinx Drugz, look at Triple X
You give the hood love, and they give you death
Whether Crip or Blood, or a different set
The streets don't love nobody, y'all don't get it yet
No disrespect, I'm all about pride
Sometimes you gotta love the inner city from the outside
'Cause when ya life ends all the clout dies
The label make the money off our death and wipe us out dry
Gettin' money is the object
Don't kill yourself tryin' to help the hood in the process
It's PAYNE!!!

[Interlude]
It's a common thing
But it's hard to see that 'cause love is blind
And let's admit it, you love where you're from
And you wanna help everybody there
But once you start doing ya thing, people can't stand that
How is this person right next to me becoming successful
And I'm still here, and that's when envy starts
You getting too much love

[Verse 3: RJ Payne]
Yeah, check
I'm contemplatin' as I light the weed
Why would I chill inside a place I had to fight to leave?
Learnt the game in and out, I got the right degrees
I'm livin' proof if you workin' hard, then you might succeed
Uh, I'm kinda bougie to be technical
Strictly family, for niggas and groupies I'm not accessible
Uh, and it don't mean I'm thinkin' less of you
I'm just thinkin' more of myself, I'm bein' respectable
Yeah, bottom line, we got a different mission
Y'all gettin' lit, I'm tryin' to make these young niggas listen
I'm here to save a soul, you tryin' to get attention
That's why I did it different, this my been addiction
We surrounded by the blatant evil
I ain't come to save the hood, I came to save the people
It's PAYNE!!!

[Outro]
One place you gotta keep ya eye on, is your own backyard
I hate to say that
Make sure you do what you have to do
Keep your eyes and your ears open
Check on your circle, make sure everybody in it is real
And do you (PA Dre, we got one, my nigga)
Success is contagious
It brings positive and negative energy
When that negative energy comes and you gotta look at it
Best believe it's coming from home