Mad People

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Blac Youngsta - Rap, Trap

Mad People

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[Intro] (A-Ayy, ayy, C-Mo) Give me that shit Gang, gang [Verse 1] Eleven years old, caught my uncle sellin' dope, so I'ma go and sell me some (Why not?) Twelve years old, took a charge for my dawg, told him, "I ain't see none" (Shit) You ain't handle yo' business, every time you had smoke, nigga, you wait on me to come Nigga, I was fucked up, broke just like you, got some money 'cause I ain't give me none (No) Look in my eyes, you can tell I had to lie and kill just to survive My mama, she proud, I done made it, you know niggas still gon' hate on thе guys I put in my work, only thing that hurt is when niggas in the hood act like I ain't slidе They saw 'em shirts, they saw that "Rest in Peace" on that shit, so they know he died I hate to kill a nigga that raised me, black as fuck, but they still shade me Smart as fuck, but they think I'm crazy, light him up if he try to play me All that fuck shit don't amaze me, I know niggas still pussy in the inside You can't cover up a lady (Yeah, yeah), they killed my guys, I'ma kill 'em pussies, they killed me on the inside And I thank God I left 'em streets alone 'cause I could've been died Can't wait 'til my dawg Big Grape and C get home, they done did too much time Shaneila my cousin, I can' wait 'til she get home, they took her from her child (Child, gang, gang) If you reppin' Heavy Camp worldwide, then you just like us (Gang, gang) If you understand my pain that been through, then you live just like us Pull down on an opp, hangout the sunroof, let that bitch go, just like us All of a sudden, niggas peepin' how the camp styled, now they tryna dress like us [Chorus] Take you from the shine 'cause they mad people The blind can't lead the blind, that shit don't last, people My lil' nigga killed twenty times, call him the Grim Reaper Fuck with me, somebody dyin', call me the grand leader [Verse 2] Hop outta the Lamb', I run in that shit, young rich nigga, Lamborghini shit I don't show my kids on the internet 'cause I got enemies (Enemies) I been copped that Aventador, them rap niggas, they rentin' shit I been bussin' plain Rollies down, we got a chemistry End up with 'em same old niggas before I was in this shit End up with that same old chick before I was anybody And she still love me like she love me before I was anybody And I still trust her like I trust her before I was anybody I'm not just anybody (Anybody)

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  • Blac Youngsta