Testo di Why You Mad (feat. Shy Glizzy)

Really tell me why you mad son Why you mad, why you mad Is it cause a nigga balling, cause a nigga getting rich You don't want to make me mad son Nah, nah Cause if I pull out this tommy I'm a let it finna rip For them bands I get you tagged son Niggas come to your apartment, make your baby mother strip So you best come with that cash son I ain't trying to hear no excuses, I ain't trying to hear shit One self starter, stayed on my grind, told me don't waste no time Smoking big dope shit, smelling like pounds I drive a foreign, and the wheels look fine Niggas boring, his flow is not like mine Couple hundred just to watch my time Niggas boring, his flow is not like mine A couple hundreds just to watch my time Since I was young I was jugging Nickles and dimes of the nuggets Ever since they robbed me, best believe I was bustin Smoking like a zombie, zoo gang my niggas or nothing All my niggas'll cut to busting Seven ten behind me, fuck niggas ain't saying nothing, squad! You acting like a fed, tell me why you mad Is it cause I got that bag, or it's cause I copped that jag This... Moves fast, they might get on your ass Can't fuck her she ain't bad so ya'll can get her ass My bitch a trap queen, and my aunt a dope fiend I'm a ceo nigga, you don't know what that means I put on my hood and feed my whole damn team I just, they killed the whole damn scene Who's these niggas, well I know they not me They don't excite me, they so plain like white tee My life is a movie, call me young spike lee I know why you mad, cause I just touched like 9 g's