Why U Mad?

Got it on smash, you niggas really be mad
Run up a bag, you can not even do that
Every time a nigga walkthrough
You be fiending like the broads do
I be really with the boss moves
This ain’t really want you want dude (x2)
New pack
Got you backed up
New act
From the atmos
Fear more than god
This is do or die
You’ll be crucified
You know who am I
Money multiply, bank it
You can smell it on my fragrance
Every time they go ape shit
Still claiming that you ain’t shit
Can’t let nobody get over
I spent my nights on my lonesome
Work on my words for the hopeless
Easy to say I’m the chosen
Done spent couple checks And half
To remain where I’m at
And my patience is wearing thin
I’d give you my all
But won’t settle with
Need fuel for the Jet
Like I’m Kenny Smith
Toss up a brick just to see it flip
No need for the lecture
I see the risk
Looked up to the hood
But it never fit
Was raised by the code
We don’t speak of it
Lost some of my bros
To this rapping shit
Can never go back to the average
I’m close to this bag
I don’t need a lick
Keep tabs on the past
I don’t reminisce
On my way, speeding on the freeway
Coast to Coast in like maybe three days
Do the most, just to get a replay
Relocate, this is how I’ve been made
Got it on smash, you niggas really be mad
Run up a bag, you can not even do that
Every time a nigga walkthrough
You be fiending like the broads do
I be really with the boss moves
This ain’t really want you want dude (x2)