Anger Managment
(717 in this shit)
(AHG Stand Up)
(Yea)
(AHG)
(Yeah)
Fuck respect gimme that shit
Disrespect I'm giving that shit
They get mad cause I getting legit
They start to talk as soon as I spit
And if I make it they hop on my dick
And if I take it I look like a bitch
You getting scraps if I'm getting rich
You get nothing from me if you switch
I can be toxic I can be mad
I ain't do shit and got left by my dad
I got ripped from the life that I had
Didn't have time to sit and be sad
I did it anyway like a little wimp
Fuck my heart I hope it goes limp
Fuck you bitch I can't be a simp
Soon as I dress up they call me a pimp
Soon as I make it they call me a homie
Fuck you bitches you full of bologna
They want a slice like it's pepperoni
Making me boil ain't no rigatoni
Making me mad is what you expect
Give you a finger instead of respect
Give you reason to aim at my neck
Then take your reason to reason my threat
Give me a reason to even attend
A funeral for whom is alive in the end
Head is so filled it cannot pretend
Me and my father we really do blend
Give me a reason to even attend
A funeral for whom is alive in the end
Head is so filled it cannot pretend
Me and my father we really do blend
Get so angry I'm suffocated
Get so real I'm underrated
Most my family unrelated
I've said lyrics my mother hated
I've said lyrics my teachers question
They think that I have aggression
I think that I have depression
But this rap is my suppression
I gotta rap to unclench my fist
I gotta rap to not be so pissed
I gotta rap to even exist
I gotta rap to have an interest
I seem so sweet but yet so bitter
I was so innocent as a young critter
Now I start sweating and I start to jitter
Anger it fuels me I can't be a quitter
Quitters get nothing I pray to the grind
I get it now fuck taking my time
Can't be a beggar who's shaking for dimes
Can't be a bitch who relies on my crimes
It would make me mad it would make me sicker
I'm cold as ice and my road gets slicker
I am a fuse and I'm reaching me ticker
Big Booty Judy I need that bitch thicker
Give me a reason to even attend
A funeral for whom is alive in the end
Head is so filled I cannot pretend
Me and my father we really do blend
Give me a reason to even attend
A funeral for whom is alive in the end
Head is so filled it cannot pretend
Me and my father we really do blend
(Me and my father we really do blend)
(Me and my father we really do blend)
(AHG Stand Up)
(Yea)
(AHG)
(Yeah)
Fuck respect gimme that shit
Disrespect I'm giving that shit
They get mad cause I getting legit
They start to talk as soon as I spit
And if I make it they hop on my dick
And if I take it I look like a bitch
You getting scraps if I'm getting rich
You get nothing from me if you switch
I can be toxic I can be mad
I ain't do shit and got left by my dad
I got ripped from the life that I had
Didn't have time to sit and be sad
I did it anyway like a little wimp
Fuck my heart I hope it goes limp
Fuck you bitch I can't be a simp
Soon as I dress up they call me a pimp
Soon as I make it they call me a homie
Fuck you bitches you full of bologna
They want a slice like it's pepperoni
Making me boil ain't no rigatoni
Making me mad is what you expect
Give you a finger instead of respect
Give you reason to aim at my neck
Then take your reason to reason my threat
Give me a reason to even attend
A funeral for whom is alive in the end
Head is so filled it cannot pretend
Me and my father we really do blend
Give me a reason to even attend
A funeral for whom is alive in the end
Head is so filled it cannot pretend
Me and my father we really do blend
Get so angry I'm suffocated
Get so real I'm underrated
Most my family unrelated
I've said lyrics my mother hated
I've said lyrics my teachers question
They think that I have aggression
I think that I have depression
But this rap is my suppression
I gotta rap to unclench my fist
I gotta rap to not be so pissed
I gotta rap to even exist
I gotta rap to have an interest
I seem so sweet but yet so bitter
I was so innocent as a young critter
Now I start sweating and I start to jitter
Anger it fuels me I can't be a quitter
Quitters get nothing I pray to the grind
I get it now fuck taking my time
Can't be a beggar who's shaking for dimes
Can't be a bitch who relies on my crimes
It would make me mad it would make me sicker
I'm cold as ice and my road gets slicker
I am a fuse and I'm reaching me ticker
Big Booty Judy I need that bitch thicker
Give me a reason to even attend
A funeral for whom is alive in the end
Head is so filled I cannot pretend
Me and my father we really do blend
Give me a reason to even attend
A funeral for whom is alive in the end
Head is so filled it cannot pretend
Me and my father we really do blend
(Me and my father we really do blend)
(Me and my father we really do blend)
Credits
Writer(s): Nate Erb
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