And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that
Why you let these hoes tear what we had right apart, oh i was so mad
Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money
No wonder so many brothers be mad at me,
Let the beat spin like mad
When love comes callin', don’t look back
And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that
And now i'm laughin cause they'll all get so fuckin' mad
Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot
So drop the freaking attitude & stop with being mad & rude
I know you're mad, but so what
I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach
Why you let these hoes tear what we had right apart, oh i was so mad
I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back
Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time
I'm mad so take your dagger and slaughter me,i didn't say dirty till i'm fine,
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