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 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

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