Mad (feat. Blaqbart)
It's Reaally Milly
Kbm
Why you mad at me
Why these bitches mad at me
Why you mad at me
You the one that got caught
Now I'm paying the fee
It's win or lose in these streets
Life's a gamble
Better handle
When you holding the heat
Why you mad at me
Why these niggas mad at me
These bitches mad at me
These niggas mad at me
Life's a gamble
Better handle
When you holding the heat
Ain't no I in team
We take initiative
Real ones communicate
And settle differences
If I ever made mistakes
Then I stood on it
Always kept it real with self
During every moment
Drinking courage liquor
Just to ease my pain
I ain't a shamed
I've been about my business
Like a Vera Wang
That's a stain on your name
If you ever told
Got to keep my soul
That I never sold
Got to play my cards
That was dealt to me
And hating niggas
Never ever been a threat to me
Can't trust these niggas
They just want your spot
Keep it hot
Used to running squares
Now I'm out the box
Wanna hold the gun
But not a gun charge
You a bitch
Why you got so many gun bars
Over death
I just chose my health
Thinking you a gangster
But you ain't
You just expose yourself
Why you mad at me
You the one that got caught
Now I'm paying the fee
It's win or lose in these streets
Life's a gamble
Better handle
When you holding the heat
Why you mad at me
Why these niggas mad at me
These bitches mad at me
These niggas mad at me
Life's a gamble
Better handle
When you holding the heat
Why you mad at me
You the one that got caught
Now I'm paying the fee
Life's a gamble
But you gripping the heat
So you get caught slipping
And the blames on me
Tables turn
You mad I gotta ask
I'm at the tip of my glass
Up to my wits with this shit
It's time I take out the trash
Cause I'm bagging you bitches
Like the varsity class
I got my leather man jacket
And I'm lit as a match
Why you mad at me
I told you stay out the kitchen
If you can't handle the heat
But you didn't want to listen
Chestnut on Christmas
Getting roasted
Getting wrapped
To this rap shit I'm gifted
It's win or lose in these streets
But I ain't taking no L's
And I ain't turning down fades
And I ain't going to jail
And I ain't selling myself
Gfm on my belt
The label kbm
My music speaks for itself
Kbm
Why you mad at me
Why these bitches mad at me
Why you mad at me
You the one that got caught
Now I'm paying the fee
It's win or lose in these streets
Life's a gamble
Better handle
When you holding the heat
Why you mad at me
Why these niggas mad at me
These bitches mad at me
These niggas mad at me
Life's a gamble
Better handle
When you holding the heat
Ain't no I in team
We take initiative
Real ones communicate
And settle differences
If I ever made mistakes
Then I stood on it
Always kept it real with self
During every moment
Drinking courage liquor
Just to ease my pain
I ain't a shamed
I've been about my business
Like a Vera Wang
That's a stain on your name
If you ever told
Got to keep my soul
That I never sold
Got to play my cards
That was dealt to me
And hating niggas
Never ever been a threat to me
Can't trust these niggas
They just want your spot
Keep it hot
Used to running squares
Now I'm out the box
Wanna hold the gun
But not a gun charge
You a bitch
Why you got so many gun bars
Over death
I just chose my health
Thinking you a gangster
But you ain't
You just expose yourself
Why you mad at me
You the one that got caught
Now I'm paying the fee
It's win or lose in these streets
Life's a gamble
Better handle
When you holding the heat
Why you mad at me
Why these niggas mad at me
These bitches mad at me
These niggas mad at me
Life's a gamble
Better handle
When you holding the heat
Why you mad at me
You the one that got caught
Now I'm paying the fee
Life's a gamble
But you gripping the heat
So you get caught slipping
And the blames on me
Tables turn
You mad I gotta ask
I'm at the tip of my glass
Up to my wits with this shit
It's time I take out the trash
Cause I'm bagging you bitches
Like the varsity class
I got my leather man jacket
And I'm lit as a match
Why you mad at me
I told you stay out the kitchen
If you can't handle the heat
But you didn't want to listen
Chestnut on Christmas
Getting roasted
Getting wrapped
To this rap shit I'm gifted
It's win or lose in these streets
But I ain't taking no L's
And I ain't turning down fades
And I ain't going to jail
And I ain't selling myself
Gfm on my belt
The label kbm
My music speaks for itself
Credits
Writer(s): William Duhart
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