At This Point We Stuck
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
No shirt, Lenny Kravitz, Smurkio goin' Travis
Know what I did, ain't braggin'
Feelings hurt, movin' backwards
Santa Monica's proper, wifey lookin' like an actress
Kid Super, Louis runway, Law Roach dressed me for the GRAMMYs
We done all had our hearts broken before, took compassion
Air-condition in the trenches, I had a cardboard on the back of it
Pull up in the BRABUS, the mansory or the factory
How you call me a dog? You a dog too, but to a pedigree
Why you so mad at me?
Why you so mad at me? Uh
Why you so mad at me?
'Posed to be proud of me, oh
She ain't wanna fuck with me though
She ain't want my company though
Take her straight to Tiffany & Co
Actin' like he rich, but he broke
Wash the pill down with Tito'
Why you say you mad at mе though?
You the one lied to mе though
Niggas went and lied to these folks
Drunk head, I gotta recoup
I got you, ain't gon' disrespect you
Still actin' shy to me though
Pedicure, manicure
If you love her, just better her
Ain't nothin' compare to her
If you hurt, can't compare the worst
I love you, I said it first
Why you so mad at me?
Why you so mad at me? Uh
Why you so mad at me?
'Posed to be proud of me, oh
Why you so mad at me?
Why you so mad at me? Uh
Why you so mad at me?
'Posed to be proud of me, uh
No shirt, Lenny Kravitz, Smurkio goin' Travis
Know what I did, ain't braggin'
Feelings hurt, movin' backwards
Santa Monica's proper, wifey lookin' like an actress
Kid Super, Louis runway, Law Roach dressed me for the GRAMMYs
We done all had our hearts broken before, took compassion
Air-condition in the trenches, I had a cardboard on the back of it
Pull up in the BRABUS, the mansory or the factory
How you call me a dog? You a dog too, but to a pedigree
Why you so mad at me?
Why you so mad at me? Uh
Why you so mad at me?
'Posed to be proud of me, oh
She ain't wanna fuck with me though
She ain't want my company though
Take her straight to Tiffany & Co
Actin' like he rich, but he broke
Wash the pill down with Tito'
Why you say you mad at mе though?
You the one lied to mе though
Niggas went and lied to these folks
Drunk head, I gotta recoup
I got you, ain't gon' disrespect you
Still actin' shy to me though
Pedicure, manicure
If you love her, just better her
Ain't nothin' compare to her
If you hurt, can't compare the worst
I love you, I said it first
Why you so mad at me?
Why you so mad at me? Uh
Why you so mad at me?
'Posed to be proud of me, oh
Why you so mad at me?
Why you so mad at me? Uh
Why you so mad at me?
'Posed to be proud of me, uh
Credits
Writer(s): Omar Samuel Walker, Durk D. Banks, Jacob Atl Jacob Canady, Kester Wakahenya Githaiga
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