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Yeah, yeah, yo, I'm sick of all these directional-ass rappin'-ass niggas (Tsk, uhh, yo)
You know what I'm sayin'?
You got Wests in the shit, now we got this East nigga (Yo, yo, you, you hatin')
Get the fuck outta here, man, for real (Dave East is hot, he hot)
What kind of shit is this, man? (He hot, son, Harlem nigga, I fuck with 'em)
I'ma get my own rappers, nigga (Yeah) like Mike North or somethin', you know what I'm sayin'?
Down South Black or somethin', you know what I mean?
These directional-ass niggas (Ah, nigga, you ain't got no money, nigga, Nas signed 'em, for real)
Man, I don't give a fuck, man, who cares, man? (Yeah, he hot, he Def Jam)
He ain't signed no basketball team, nigga, the nigga 6'4", nigga (Ahh, you a hater, bitches like that)
Sign 'em to the CBA or somethin', nigga
This rap shit is over, man, for real, man, for real (Aw, nah, nah, nah)
Why you mad, son?
I'm just sayin', son, my shit is still Stanley steamin', you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm still the johnniest of 'em all, fam
This nigga here, man, I don't even get it, I just—
I'm mad, son, I'm mad

Tell me, what the fuck is you mad at?
I came up from nothin' and got it, fuck is you mad at?
I never got to see it, I need it, I never had that
We all go the same twenty-four hours, what you mad at?
Tell me, what the fuck is you mad at?
I came up from nothin' and got it, fuck is you mad at?
I never got to see it, I need it, I never had that
We all go the same twenty-four hours, what you mad at?

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You never went to school with weapons in your backpack
Walkin' through the halls like, "Yeah, I had that"
I'm just tryna backtrack and understand what these niggas so mad at
Tryna cop a dime, I ain't had five, I couldn't match that
My waist was where the strap usually was stashed at
A boss gon' put that paper on your shit, bump like a snapback
You never was my man, reach out your hand, I ain't gon' dap that
You hate me, but you see me, like, "Yo, Dave, get on my Snapchat"
I never wanted to be like you niggas, always look past that
So eager, nobody knew me neither, fuck you so mad at?
I could still slide through the spots that I used to trap at
I was taught to get it and ask, "The fuck is the cash at?"

Tell me, what the fuck is you mad at?
I came up from nothin' and got it, fuck is you mad at?
I never got to see it, I need it, I never had that
We all go the same twenty-four hours, what you mad at?
Tell me, what the fuck is you mad at?
I came up from nothin' and got it, fuck is you mad at?
I never got to see it, I need it, I never had that
We all go the same twenty-four hours, what you mad at?

This shit is more than entertainment
My daughter got me changin', keep my lawyer on retainer
Nobody knew my name, I was performin' like I'm famous
So far from the top, but I still saw it from the basement
The shit I spoke about is embedded, you can't erase it
I never drove a foreign before, I just wanted to race it
How you plan to hit the next level? Don't know the basics
I talk to God then talk to the devil, my life is dangerous

Survival

I know why you mad, nigga
I know why you mad
I know why you mad, nigga
I know why you mad
I know why you mad

I know why you mad, nigga
I made goal out of trash, nigga
I only hit the club for a bag, nigga
I know why you mad, nigga
Misery love company, will not be no sad nigga
Born with it, I act just like my dad, nigga
Pack flipper, no ass-kisser, I'm that nigga
They don't love you 'til you die, you can keep your congrats, nigga
Look you dead in your eye, can't disguise that you're mad, nigga
This life been hard, we ain't have many reasons to laugh, nigga
Put your work in, the NBA don't just draft niggas
Lead and never follow, go create your own path, nigga
Fresh out the cell to a V12, blow right past niggas
I worked too hard to be a broke-ass nigga
Lost with no hope ass-nigga
Ran out of favors, so just don't ask, nigga
Don't ask me shit you know you won't ask Jigga
I was on Hov ave bitter
Face unfamiliar, I don't know that nigga
If it ain't pressure I don't roll that, nigga
You live on throwback pictures
Reminiscin' on the times when you had it
Talkin' how you had a Benz and you survived when you crashed it
Scared? Go to church or see who read the bible the fastest
They use love, they won't acknowledge a master
They just reply to you faster
Everybody used to go but I ran out of them passes
Surrounded by ghosts and I don't know Casper
I know why you mad, I'm about to own all of my masters
Canada, I'm comin' soon, I'm tryna glow up my passport
This is me, build and empire and we can split the fee
I ain't charge 'em, I was gettin' shit for free
Regardless, I'ma eat

I know why you mad, nigga
It's funny what the money do, just know that I laugh, nigga
I know why you mad
I know why you mad, nigga
I know why you mad
I know why you mad, nigga
I know why you mad

Yeah, simple math
They got the bitches, they got the money, they got the cars, they got the crib
They travel around the world, they smokin' that exotic
Shit, if I was you, I'd be mad, too

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