Why U Mad At Me

歌詞

I got a question for you hating ass niggas out there, hey Why you mad at me, Ay Oh lame ass nigga why you mad at me Sucker ass nigga why you mad at me Remember late nights earn stripes servin straight white Talk shit slap box clear into the day light Might fuss may fight but stay tight Keep what the "J" need for the lighter hit the base pipe If the trap was the ocean or the sea You could consider me and them the killa whales and great whites Before a nigga tried to click it make them think twice Cause they knew Cap would kill a nigga fo blink twice Day right I'm reciting my life Nigga I was there no matter what through sirens on a silent night Cold Sundays slow Mondays hot Friday nights Tuesday Thursdays serving whether or not they ride tonight On peaceful days hostful evenings even violent nights Chip on my sholder hold a grudge cause you can die tonight I swear you niggas had no idea what my life was like Before the bright lights and a half a mil just to grab the mic Is it cause I came from the bottom to the top Why you mad at me Maybe cause I Spent a hundred on a drop Why you mad at me Is it cause I kept it pimpin and stayed down Why you mad at me Or is it cause I am the a town Why you mad at me Is cause you a lame and I'm a "G" Why you mad at me Is it cause I got love in the streets Why you mad at me Is cause you know yo time running out Why you mad at me Is it cause you know I'm king of the south Niggas mad cause I got it like this Gold on my wrist hoes on my dick, my dick But I could give a fuck about this industry I'm a be the same tip til the end of me That's something you know automatically if you a friend of me Question that will think other wise now you offend me I came in this game not looking for a friend or enemy Found them both now that niggas in to me Got little rap niggas liking into me Major labels and police want to censor me Feds on my ass cause I'm in the streets Think I still slang listen to lame niggas who lie to snitch on me It ain't my fault that you can't picture me Riding in a phantom and I swear I never fathom All the fame that a nigga can gain from Atlanta Now I'm just trying to maintain for Atlanta Before niggas would say in Atlanta I was Rhode Park Doug High stayed in Atlanta Now true enough I sold yay in Atlanta But is that compared to contributions I made to Atlanta Is it cause I came from the bottom to the top Why you mad at me Maybe cause I Spent a hundred on a drop Why you mad at me Is it cause I kept it pimpin and stayed down Why you mad at me Or is it cause I am the a town Why you mad at me Is cause you a lame and I'm a "G" Why you mad at me Is it cause I got love in the streets Why you mad at me Is cause you know yo time running out Why you mad at me Is it cause you know I'm king of the south A pick a reason any reason all excuses would do But man you lucky I ain't bucking like I used to do fool While you was throwing one's and two's I was lifting up tools and then Shoot at his shoes just to see if he move Or either bust at his head to check if he dead man Don't talk around cause I heard he the fed's man They offer him time and they knowing he scared and tell him Give me they names or you doing the stretch man Or wear a wire go record what he said And then you can tell his lawyer that his clients a dead man A rat I'm smelling blow I ain't selling Where you got that impressing ain't no telling Yes I'm a felon why was that in question What about all these records I'm selling I'm Bankhead born and Bankhead bread And when a nigga die I'm gone be Bankhead dead Is it cause I came from the bottom to the top Why you mad at me Maybe cause I Spent a hundred on a drop Why you mad at me Is it cause I kept it pimpin and stayed down Why you mad at me Or is it cause I am the a town Why you mad at me Is cause you a lame and I'm a "G" Why you mad at me Is it cause I got love in the streets Why you mad at me Is cause you know yo time running out Why you mad at me Is it cause you know I'm king of the south