Mad For What ?

Damn, and you mad for what, nigga

I gotta get this shit out the mud

Dead for real

Don't have no nuttin

This shit for real

You mad for what

I was down bad with a flathead tryna cut

Bad as hell, I was a little boy, wanted first, so I'm gon' cut

I want my mirror, if I don't grind like no goat, then keep your shovel

Cap it like these hoes a saint, they all tell lies, sound like the devil

I'm tired of lies, all these hoes fallin' in line, but I ain't tryin

You can't kiss you in the streets, bitch, you ain't grown, you know you mine

Aw, shit, I think I smoked too much again

I can't trust none of these hoes, she come around, I cut my gin

I don't trust your friend, they not my twin

Said to top of my self, pray to my flat, said I'm gon' win

Trick this and trick that, I don't want no hoes, forget my sins

Man, this is that, this is that, man

Nigga was eatin' from my table when I had crumbs on it

Real spit, like, I'm feedin' these off my table with crumbs

Real deal, if I got it, we all got it, we all gon' win

You mad for what

I was down bad with a flathead tryna cut

Bad as hell, I was a little boy, won the first, so I'm gon' cut

I want my medal, if I don't grind like no goat, then keep your shovel

Cap it like these hoes sent, they all tell lies, sound like the devil

Everybody ain't even solid, bruh

It ain't like solid, nigga, look

I'ma be real with you, bruh, I'ma keep it buck

Everything ain't solid, everything, and that's your partner, man

This shit, you should already know, bruh

Like, niggas ain't really fuckin' with you for real, bruh

Niggas just around to be around, bruh

Stay to yourself

Solid

Solid

Solid