People said i was mad
When love comes callin', don’t look back
Sorry momma i'm grown, i must travel alone
I woulda done anything for my own
The science and the art, africa
Cause i ain't mad at cha
Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit
People mad, i want to destroy the peace, i've had it,
Cant wait for the day where i can wake up and say "look momma we made it"
Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit
Locked in my room yeah, but i got some plans momma
They gotta like a nigga, call me obama
They way i dress is mad.
No, not bombs over baghdad
When i was mad at fate
Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight
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