Fan Haters - JohnnieB

Lyrics

( Johnnie B On The Beat ) You should all know by now, I see the fan in every hater watching me, Y’all say you don’t like JohnnieB, but still move like you got a sponsorship from me. It goes three egos deep, Big John, Little Johnnie, and the one that balances honestly, So when you copy one side of my mind, you still standing inside my psychology. Somebody had to doubt me, ’cause I stood for something publicly, Somebody had to hate me, then turn around and study me privately. No one knows me better than me, so your judgment ain’t stopping me, You’re just a jealous fan with a front-row seat to my fucking prophecy. All you fan-haters act like Little Johnnies when the mask gets thin, Trying to copy the bad side without knowing where the hell it begins. But wannabe versions can’t do what the real one did, ’Cause I know my own who, what, where, why, when. Looks like they still can’t stop this pen, Writers block got buried, bitch, that shit ain’t coming back again. This music lives infinite, it don’t fold, it don’t end, Even if the truth bruises egos I used to call friends. Why couldn’t y’all admit I started some of these trends? Why act blind when the mirror keeps showing my fingerprints? I’m the full side, bitch, can you comprehend? Some shit is entertainment, some shit is pain, some shit is pretend. But of course it’s the Johns that the music offends, They skip all the meaning and only hear the negative bends. John’s ADHD kicks in, then the thoughts hyperextend, Pushing all my limits, anybody could get it, it just depends. I stay pissing off haters that act like fans, They clap with one hand and throw rocks with the other hand. But it’s JohnnieB that made the plan, And every time they snap at me, I snap back like a rubber band. Hook No one knows me like I know myself, Turned my pain into music just to make records sell. They tried to kick me every time I fell, Then JohnnieB rose up and gave ’em living hell. No one knows me like I know myself, Used my scars like trophies on the fucking shelf. They tried to bury me under what I felt, Then JohnnieB came back and made the whole thing melt. Verse 2 I can feel it in my gut, the fan-haters ’bout to start swarming, The same ones throwing shade will say they always supported me by morning. Funny how they love the wave once the storm starts forming, But where the fuck was all that love when I had to write through mourning? I had to put my story in lyrics while they called it corny, Then they flipped around and copied every road I was exploring. Remember, bitch, my music ain’t your courtroom warning, If all you hear is torment, maybe your own mind’s distorting. All the positive I gave, y’all decided to ignore it, Not my problem if your ears only worship what’s morbid. This ain’t just the darkness, it’s the place where I stored it, Then turned it to a record while y’all tried to report it. You copied the negative and expected to be awarded, But my authenticity couldn’t be bought, begged, or afforded. Why does my name get flagged every time I export it? Maybe ’cause the truth hits harder when the weak try to censor it. I put the advisory sticker on the middle and pointed, Told y’all this was restricted, but you still joined it. Then you called me the problem when you couldn’t avoid it, All because I made a rugged album and deployed it. I seen y’all run from problems, y’all floored it, I seen the same damn pressure and ran toward it. Now they decide they love it, now they adore it, ’Cause their hate turned into fuel and I fucking absorbed it. See, I’m not just the bad side, I’m the whole damn range, The man in the middle who can grow through change. Big John forgives, Little Johnnie brings flames, JohnnieB holds both and still signs the name. So keep being fan-haters, keep watching my moves, Keep saying I’m nothing while copying what I do. You can hate me in public, then study me too, But every damn stream still tells on you. Hook No one knows me like I know myself, Turned my pain into music just to make records sell. They tried to kick me every time I fell, Then JohnnieB rose up and gave ’em living hell. No one knows me like I know myself, Used my scars like trophies on the fucking shelf. They tried to bury me under what I felt, Then JohnnieB came back and made the whole thing melt.