Mad AT Me
Shyt so sad cant even keep it real
Get a rise outta people
Cuz I keep it real
How you envy me
And iont even got a mill
Iont need a co-sign ima get a deal
Big bag waiting on me
You should be proud
They gone throw shade
But I aint never backing down
Iont never talk down
Why I keep the real around
Just to lift me up
They hate that I be singing
The way I give it up
I slide on beats like ice
Like ima hockey puck
You know dat I be spitting
I aint Daffy Duck
Cuz you know dat im gifted
Open up like its Xmas
I pray on this mission
3D goggles my vision
Swear you dont wanna miss it
Man I aint wit da dissin
Get you washed like some dishes
When the tf they gone get it
Aint nobody that im trusting
Scared to give my whole heart
Aint no loving
They gone say im trippin
Dat im really buggin
Karma is a bitch she come repercussions
Iont wanna hear it
Aint no damn discussions
Iont wanna talk about it
I know they really doubt me
I know they acting like they love me
But dont really love me
Ohhhh
How the fuck you mad at me
When you went and switched sides
And turnt ya back on me
How the fuck you mad at me
You was talking down bad
While they laughed at me
How the fuck you mad at me
Cuz I went fixed my situation surgery
Why the fuck they mad at me
They gone be mad when that bag on me
Why the fuck they mad at me
Cant be mad its my life fuck the trenches
Aint trade teams
Just gave em space its a difference
Aint nobody perfect
When tf they gone get it
Im just built different
Between love and fake love
It was hard to tell the difference
Till I rose like Derrick
But im more like Sheed for the Pistons
Im more like a Rollie ima glisten
Heard the things you said and just listen
Why you mad at me
Why you throwing shade at me
You should be glad for me
Cuz I hopped in my bag like glade
Hopped in my bag like Birkin
Know dat im working
All the shyt I put in
Know dat im surfin
Riding these beats like a Jet-ski
They gone arrest me
Cuz these beats that I hommi
No it aint hard to find me
Man they act like they love me
They wasn't behind me
They wanna line me
They want me pickled like Tommy
Right On
How tf you mad at me
When you went and switched sides
And turnt ya back on me
How the fuck you mad at me
You was talking down bad
While they laughed at me
How the fuck you mad at me
Cuz I went fixed my situation surgery
Why the fuck they mad at me
They gone be mad when that bag on me
Why the fuck they mad at me
Get a rise outta people
Cuz I keep it real
How you envy me
And iont even got a mill
Iont need a co-sign ima get a deal
Big bag waiting on me
You should be proud
They gone throw shade
But I aint never backing down
Iont never talk down
Why I keep the real around
Just to lift me up
They hate that I be singing
The way I give it up
I slide on beats like ice
Like ima hockey puck
You know dat I be spitting
I aint Daffy Duck
Cuz you know dat im gifted
Open up like its Xmas
I pray on this mission
3D goggles my vision
Swear you dont wanna miss it
Man I aint wit da dissin
Get you washed like some dishes
When the tf they gone get it
Aint nobody that im trusting
Scared to give my whole heart
Aint no loving
They gone say im trippin
Dat im really buggin
Karma is a bitch she come repercussions
Iont wanna hear it
Aint no damn discussions
Iont wanna talk about it
I know they really doubt me
I know they acting like they love me
But dont really love me
Ohhhh
How the fuck you mad at me
When you went and switched sides
And turnt ya back on me
How the fuck you mad at me
You was talking down bad
While they laughed at me
How the fuck you mad at me
Cuz I went fixed my situation surgery
Why the fuck they mad at me
They gone be mad when that bag on me
Why the fuck they mad at me
Cant be mad its my life fuck the trenches
Aint trade teams
Just gave em space its a difference
Aint nobody perfect
When tf they gone get it
Im just built different
Between love and fake love
It was hard to tell the difference
Till I rose like Derrick
But im more like Sheed for the Pistons
Im more like a Rollie ima glisten
Heard the things you said and just listen
Why you mad at me
Why you throwing shade at me
You should be glad for me
Cuz I hopped in my bag like glade
Hopped in my bag like Birkin
Know dat im working
All the shyt I put in
Know dat im surfin
Riding these beats like a Jet-ski
They gone arrest me
Cuz these beats that I hommi
No it aint hard to find me
Man they act like they love me
They wasn't behind me
They wanna line me
They want me pickled like Tommy
Right On
How tf you mad at me
When you went and switched sides
And turnt ya back on me
How the fuck you mad at me
You was talking down bad
While they laughed at me
How the fuck you mad at me
Cuz I went fixed my situation surgery
Why the fuck they mad at me
They gone be mad when that bag on me
Why the fuck they mad at me
Credits
Writer(s): Monte Reed
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