I Ain’t Mad At Ya

Lyrics

[Intro] And I hate fuck niggas Even though I have some fuck niggas in my family Got a lot of them motherfuckers And if you don't wanna be no fuck nigga Don't be nan' I do it for the family [Verse 1] Look up in the sky, I can see the stars Drop down, restaurant around my arm, the world is ours Cracked the code and picked the pieces up, it's a collage Matchin' Rolls, we'll send the reaper up to look at God I'm the blueprint Turned pennies into millions on my own, so why the fuck I need to hear your two cents It's enough money around this bitch, the crew rich Roxies and them basketballs, not thе ones you hoop with I got steppers sеndin' molly, ain't no call at all Gettin' rich 'til I retire, I'm too great for fallin' off Two specs for tailgatin' like we racin' car to car Used to starve, now we buy up all the Dracs and Audemars [Chorus] Cut them niggas out your circle, I ain't mad at you (I ain't mad at you) Went and got your own bag, bro, I ain't mad at you (Bro, I ain't mad at you) Got your cake in that lil' town, I ain't mad at you (Fuck with you) Real boss, the city mine, that's why they mad at me (For real) [Verse 2] Oh, you finessin'? I ain't mad at that Get the 'bows locally and still could charge a little extra when it's Cali stamped Turn the streets to my profession, just imagine that Ran them laps and I had an asthma attack for all them bags and racks Got a kitchen full of beakers, skizzy look like pizzas Stack it up like Pringles, get the syrup, pints and liters Made that first million, I was grateful, nice to meet you Got two choppers by the speakers, knock the cheese out your fajita I was turnt when I was half as blessed Keep a 30 in my belt, that's how we had to dress Talk to that paper in my sleep, think the bag possessed What about the cars and all this jewelry, nigga? I told 'em pray, that's how you manifest Thinkin' back, I been let down, seen 'em do some time Then come home and fuck with everybody except who held 'em down Mama told me see a snake swimmin', let 'em drown Grindin' hard, got ten million for my kids set aside [Chorus] Cut them niggas out your circle, I ain't mad at you (I ain't mad at you) Went and got your own bag, bro, I ain't mad at you (Bro, I ain't mad at you) Got your cake in that lil' town, I ain't mad at you (Fuck with you) Real boss, the city mine, that's why they mad at me (For real)