Mad

It's startin' to show
It's startin' to show

(G.D.H)
(Maj)
Uh, I'm just a nigga from da North Side (North Side)
I can really be ya tour guide (Yea)
I remember watchin' niggaz ballin' (I remember)
I was hella broke sittin' court side (On da bench)
And that motivated me (Yea)
Now, it ain't really too much you can say to me (Naw)
Negative energy, keep dat away
My time is comin', and I'm waitin' patiently (I am)
I was down bad, now I'm goin' up (Up)
I aint rollin' up, I'm just pourin' up (Up)
Hear G.D.H and they know it's us (G.D.H)
Stand up niggaz, know foldin' up (No)
10 toes down on the pavement (Yea)
Only thing to talk about is a payment (Yea)
100 miles and runnin' just tryna make it (Yea)
Got'em prayin' on my downfall, wai'min (Wait)
Niggaz pillow talkin'
Bitches tryna line you up
GOD, damn the shades real (Aahh)
How you comin' tho
I just wanna know
Let'em tell it, all these fakes real
I'm straight Ville
And I can't stop (Ville)
Tryna stack until the rubberbands pop (Huh)
Not a easy pick
Who you see me wit
Be da same niggaz from da sandbox
(I'm wit da sme niggas)
Just tryna secure a bag (Bag)
Had my ups and downs and it's gon' pass (Pass)
Tell all my haters I'm on they ass (I am)
I'm doin my thing, got'em more than mad
(Tell'em why you mad)
Build a bridge and git over it
I'm a git everything
That I'm supposed to git (Yea)
I invest in myself, I'm about my biz
But I think I know what the problem is

Whoa
Ain't nothin' funny bout being broke
And that aint a joke
I can never lose hoes
Tryna chase dough
So I gotta go
We live from the trenches
We came off the benches
We jumped on da floor
And we ready to score
Been at da bottom, ain't goin nomo'
Aint you niggaz hatein'
It's startin' to show
(Tell'em why you mad)
(Tell'em why you mad)
It's startin' to show
(Tell'em why you mad)
(Tell'em why you mad)
It's startin' to show
We live from the trenches
We came off the benches
We jumped on da floor
And we ready to score
Been at da bottom, ain't goin nomo'
Aint you niggaz hatein'
It's startin' to show

I can tell why you mad
Prolly cause my bitch bad
She can Beamer through the streets
We just all about a bag
And I'm always in my bag
I'm fresher than easter week
If it aint dat bread, we ain't gotta speak
Tryna take from my check, then them heataz speak
Niggaz aint' gotta believe in me
For this shit make ya mom read a eulogy
You confusin' me
Wit a nigga dat really be fuckin' wit all this bafoonery
Lotta flaws when I look in ya jewellery
Who you foolin' bruh? You ain't foolin' Flee
My shit A1, Like my day 1's
Experience only thing schooled me
Had to learn how to win from the losses
Surrounded myself wit a couple of bosses
This shit is flawless
The shit was destined
The worst shit was comin' to see you regaurdless
These niggaz nautious
Niggas should be cautious
Tryna whip foriegns, whole lotta Horses
Tryn git the family outta dem apartments
Prolly why ya bitch wanna eat a baller
Experience new shit
She prolly mad I don't call her
If I caught the hoe in traffic
I act like I don't know her
She come home to you (You)
And ask you why you always blow her
Then she all on my line
Askin' me can I bone her
That's prolly why you mad, nigga

Whoa
Ain't nothin' funny bout being broke
And that aint a joke
I can never lose hoes
Tryna chase dough
So I gotta go
We live from the trenches
We came off the benches
We jumped on da floor
And we ready to score
Been at da bottom, ain't goin nomo'
Aint you niggaz hatein'
It's startin' to show
(Tell'em why you mad)
(Tell'em why you mad)
It's startin' to show
(Tell'em why you mad)
(Tell'em why you mad)
It's startin' to show
We live from the trenches
We came off the benches
We jumped on da floor
And we ready to score
Been at da bottom, ain't goin nomo'
Aint you niggaz hatein'
It's startin' to show



Credits
Writer(s): Rafiq Stokelin
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