I'm Mad

I'm mad (Why are you mad)
I'm mad (Why are you mad)
I'm mad (Why are you mad)
I'm mad (Why are you mad)

I've been working but no person's heard my skills
Music is my true love, I flirt with every verse I kill
Shooting for the moon, soon I'll hit what I'm pursuing
You did say it's true, "You won't make it making music"
Bitch, quit hating, I will do it, proving you wrong
"Listen, Nathan, I wasn't thinking through it
Now I'm grooving to songs"
Oh, now you are
I've come too far to believe that shit
Already told you that I'm mad
Let me show you it's a fact
Cause bitch, every time I rap
I'm tearing apart the track
But nobody's caring that I rap
Or that it's a talent I'm very great at
Man, I hate that
I get no recognition
Mad that I am never winning
Dad had never seen my vision
He has had the chance to listen
Rapping can make me a living
Haven't had the opportunity
To shut up the community of people
That are saying I ain't nice with it
Friends I had start acting different
When I began rapping, guess their motives started switching
Said I had a dream and wished for its existence
Then they wished for me to never get it
Fuck them, this shit's pissing me off
Cause nobody gives a fuck
Smothering eleven tracks, yet I still ain't been put in cuffs
Bruh, fucking lock me up
Addicted to this, music is my drug
No wonder I'm so fucking mad, bruh

I'm mad (Why are you mad)
I'm mad (Why are you mad)
I'm mad (Why are you mad)
I'm mad (Why are you mad)
Bitch, I'm mad (Why are you mad)
I'm mad (Why are you mad)
Yo, I'm mad (Why are you mad)
I said I'm mad (Why are you mad)

I'm killing myself to kill this record
I'll be pissed off if critics say this isn't better
Than the letters I was writing in every
Line of "Sleepless Nights"
Now whenever I drop a project fucking overnight
The second fans saw it call it love at first sight
If you think I'm not top third might
Wanna open your eyes
One is the number I had in mind
Mad cause I'm so fucking underrated
Better put me in your top five, bitch
This shit ain't no hobby, this is my life
More than just a job, see without this, I die
2020, I got called a copy of the artists I like
23, got eleven songs that only I'd write about my life
Now I might be angry but I like
To use it as motivation
To drop the greatest music in the whole nation
Ain't it funny, truth is, there's more hatred
Than fans that wish to see you go places
Hope I know Nathan's worth won't change if
Critics don't praise this
Long as I know my flow's great it
Doesn't matter if they show the most hatred
But I will say it drives me crazy to know I deserve to tour nations
Wanna perform on more stages
Spit the verses that are your favorites
Love to see the fans go crazy
Fuck the bitches that loathe, hate me
Y'all the reason I've been so pissed off lately

I'm mad (Why are you mad)
I'm mad (Why are you mad)
I'm mad (Why are you mad)
I'm mad (Why are you mad)
Bitch, I'm mad (Why are you mad)
I'm mad (Why are you mad)
Yo, I'm mad (Why are you mad)
I said I'm mad (Why are you mad)
I said I'm mad