In "Hating On Me," Offset confronts betrayal from a lover who swore devotion, then replaced him, and from rivals who envy his success. The repeated plea not to lie to his face cuts against the boastful flexing about wealth, loyalty, and survival, exposing a wound beneath the bravado. The image of painkillers and praying not to relapse suggests he is fighting private battles while publicly dominating, and his mother's tears over street violence deepen that tension. The song lands as a defiant refusal to break, even when love and trust have already cracked.
Hating On Me Lyrics by Offset
Loyal, gotta know
You never love them the way you love me, no
And they look good, but it’s gon’ get ugly soon
Ooh, what we had can’t be replaced
So don’t lie to my face, so don’t lie
Lied to my face
Told me that you loved me but you lied to my face
Told me I was someone you could never replace
But now there’s someone standin’ in my place
Hatin’ on me, talkin’ like I ain’t that (Hatin’ on me)
Changed on me with the [?]
Hungover in a bachelor pad (Hungover)
Painkillers, prayin’ I don’t relapse (Painkillers)
Shots fired ’cause I’m beatin’ ’em, beatin’ ’em
Mama cryin’ ’cause she know I’ma meet with ’em
Devil eyes, we get even, I’m evil
They lost they mind, bitch, I’m part of The Beatles (Hey)
I’m the wave on the blueprint, the leader (Wave)
I’m enraged, tryna smoke ’em, delete ’em (Rage)
Mama prayed, told me call up the preacher (Preacher)
Me and Bae on a trip out to Egypt (Hey)
Pullin’ these stunts
Takin’ my kids, shit, that shit ain’t the one (Ah)
Shit wasn’t funny, I held my tongue (Tongue)
Fuck all these bitches, I Zelle my sons (Hey)
Pop on these bitches, Rick Owen, I’m gone
Louis V boot when it ain’t even snowin’ (Huh)
I’m in a fit that you can’t afford (Yeah)
Rolls-Royce umbrella when it rain and pour (Pour)
I done made money through the pain and the wars (Wars)
My bitch go Kelly, she not goin’ court (Kelly)
Livin’ like Belly, we uppin’ the score (Huh)
Diamonds be hittin’, it’s hard to ignore (Hittin’)
Tunnel my vision, go blind to the store (Tunnel)
Do I got money? That question rhetorical (Huh)
Call up the yacht, get a view of Bora Bora (Yacht)
Pop it, I know it, my flow like a poet (Poet)
They tryna ruin niggas, I ain’t goin’ (Ain’t goin’)
Tryna fuck the nigga, I ain’t goin’ (Ain’t goin’)
I done lost niggas, guns blowin’ (Huh)
I can box ’em up, just by showin ’em (I can box)
Cut ’em off, they didn’t call the coroner
Boy, don’t play with me, I tried to warn ’em (Boy)
On my soul to keep, we gotta pour more (Hold on)
All my brothers keep, no informin’ (Hold on)
Get ’em out they seats when I’m performin’ (Yeah)
I’ma cook ’em up on George Foreman (Cook)
Bitches at the door tryna storm in (Storm)
Private locations if we locked in (Huh)
Loyal, gotta know
You never love them the way you love me, no
And they look good, but it’s gon’ get ugly soon
Ooh, what we had can’t be replaced
So don’t lie to my face, so don’t lie
Hatin’ on me, talkin’ like I ain’t that (Hatin’ on me)
Changed on me with the [?]
Hungover in a bachelor pad (Hungover)
Painkillers, prayin’ I don’t relapse (Painkillers)
Shots fired ’cause I’m beatin’ ’em, beatin’ ’em
Mama cryin’ ’cause she know I’ma meet with ’em
Devil eyes, we get even, I’m evil
They lost they mind, bitch, I’m part of The Beatles (Hey)
I’m the wave on the blueprint, the leader (Wave)
I’m enraged, tryna smoke ’em, delete ’em (Rage)
Mama prayed, told me call up the preacher (Preacher)
Me and Bae on a trip out to Egypt (Hey)
Pullin’ these stunts
Takin’ my kids, shit, that shit ain’t the one (Ah)
Shit wasn’t funny, I held my tongue (Tongue)
Fuck all these bitches, I Zelle my sons (Hey)
