Mad At Me

Used to be local but now shit is global

These niggas get mad and we getting over

Box of Backwoods, bought 'em fresh out the store then I ran through that box, went and bought me some more

Fuck do you mean, we set the trends and we don't even mean to

All these fake niggas is see through

I am just me I can't be you

Stay out my lane and just you

Lil' nigga you is just seafood

I'm from the city [where] they'll eat you

I'll show no pity I'll leave you

Closed in their feelings, I see through

I cannot take all these people

Fuck out my way 'fore I speed through

Why do you think I'm so evil?

I can see the hate, don't bother me, but it's great to see me make them mad at me

Promise me a way, you gotta see what is great for me today, she proud of me

No I'm no fella, my bitches is richer and richer and richer than all of you niggas (Pause)

Tell that [?] get it out of they system

She like to play for the whistle

I like to uh, and dismiss her

Used to creep up off a [?]

Hit that little store with some nickels, didn't have a damn thing to give 'em

Fuck what you cannot remember

Now I do me, it get me and my date in December

No I'm getting bigger, no I'm getting smarter

Watch out for the snakes cause they head in my garden, whoa