I ain't, mad, at cha
But do ya know what fuck ya!
Used to call me the african don dada
Paranoia that shit might kill ya
White boi killing it on my mac miller,
The only time i flirt with her
Sickness coming at ya but ya already dead
Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check
I thought mama taught ya,
Cause i ain't mad at cha
And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house
Outkast, andre and big boi gave a name to the south,
And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha
Fantastics, grandmasters attending funerals past ya
This is hunger games boi, and yous rue
Wanna know what i been through, what you into
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