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What You Mad At
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Dave East
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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? 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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