Mad at Me
Why they mad me
I'm just trynna see my visón
Why they mad at me
I'm just trynna make a million
Why they mad at me
Trynna do good
Why they mad at me
Just trynna get mama out the hood
Why they mad at me
Why they mad at me
Why they mad me
Turning to the vanity to keep sanity
Trying deal the demons that's insida me
Promise me that you will see the shit
That lives insida me
Talking to my evils we becoming civil
Spending all this money got me feeling like I'm selling broke
Getting all this money got me feeling like I'm selling dope
I think the hood got a hold of me got s hold of me
Why they mad me
I'm just trynna see my visón
Why they mad at me
I'm just trynna make a million
Why they mad at me
Trynna do good
Why they mad at me
Just trynna get mama out the hood
Why they mad at me
Why they mad at me
Why they mad me
I am not human I am a gawd
The niggas thats hating they seem to be frauds
The niggas you fucking seem to be broke
The bitches that's talking they all seem to choke
The bitches that's sucking they all seem to choke
My baby she love me cause of my stroke
Siting with my feet up rolling all my weed up
Bad bitches on my phone they think they are mi vida
Are me vida
Why they mad me
I'm just trynna make a million
Why they mad at me
I'm just trynna see my visón
Why they mad at me
Trynna do good
Why they mad at me
Just trynna get mama out the hood
So why they mad at me
Why they mad at me
Why they mad me
I'm just trynna see my visón
Why they mad at me
I'm just trynna make a million
Why they mad at me
Trynna do good
Why they mad at me
Just trynna get mama out the hood
Why they mad at me
Why they mad at me
Why they mad me
Turning to the vanity to keep sanity
Trying deal the demons that's insida me
Promise me that you will see the shit
That lives insida me
Talking to my evils we becoming civil
Spending all this money got me feeling like I'm selling broke
Getting all this money got me feeling like I'm selling dope
I think the hood got a hold of me got s hold of me
Why they mad me
I'm just trynna see my visón
Why they mad at me
I'm just trynna make a million
Why they mad at me
Trynna do good
Why they mad at me
Just trynna get mama out the hood
Why they mad at me
Why they mad at me
Why they mad me
I am not human I am a gawd
The niggas thats hating they seem to be frauds
The niggas you fucking seem to be broke
The bitches that's talking they all seem to choke
The bitches that's sucking they all seem to choke
My baby she love me cause of my stroke
Siting with my feet up rolling all my weed up
Bad bitches on my phone they think they are mi vida
Are me vida
Why they mad me
I'm just trynna make a million
Why they mad at me
I'm just trynna see my visón
Why they mad at me
Trynna do good
Why they mad at me
Just trynna get mama out the hood
So why they mad at me
Why they mad at me
Why they mad me
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Writer(s): Sudan Ameer Williams, Jay A. Fort, Dominic Wynn Woods
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