Made Me Mad

Lets get it
Aye
In these streets I'm verified
Wish bro them would of never died
What I say not televised
See the opp you better slide
Cleaning evidence up off my clothes I shoulda sponsored tide
I'm just tryna run me up a check and take care the guys

How they even knowing where we hang
I been on some stalking shit
On my soul you ain't fucking with my gang
You just be talking shit
Beat the cases
Charges got dismissed
I'm finna talk my shit
Peeping every red light in the city
Put em in a coffin bit
How they even knowing that we rap
Guess you telling shit
Why y'all niggas been off the map
Cause we nailing shit
If we think we miss we turn around
That never failing shit
My gun fuckin young bitches too
That r kelly shit
I got kids to go and feed
But I'm still riding out
Niggas on the run
They know they good
They still hiding out
Ran it up and shit coming easy
Ain't stun no bond now
Got my money all way up
We still rocking 1's now
Rocking all these diamonds
Can't leave the house without a gun now
How you gone run from a switch and a drum now
I get high as fuck I pop a perc I might not come down
Pull on my chain I'm in the crowd I might not calm down
I been in the hood all my life
Shit that's all I know
He from here
And they from there
They gang but they throwing up 4
Feeling like I'm curry with that 30
I step back and blow
Ask any nigga from my city twin ain't no hoe

In these streets I'm verified
Wish bro them would of never died
What I say not televised
See the opp you better slide
Cleaning evidence up off my clothes I shoulda sponsored tide
I'm just tryna run me up a check & take care the guys



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Writer(s): Jordan Gilliam
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