| Sign 'em to the CBA or somethin', nigga
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| This rap shit is over, man, for real, man, for real (Aw, nah, nah, nah)
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| Why you mad, son?
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| I’m just sayin', son, my shit is still Stanley steamin', you know what I’m
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| sayin'?
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| I’m still the johnniest of 'em all, fam
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| This nigga here, man, I don’t even get it, I just—
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| I’m mad, son, I’m mad
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| Tell me, what the fuck is you mad at?
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| I came up from nothin' and got it, fuck is you mad at?
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| I never got to see it, I need it, I never had that
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| We all go the same twenty-four hours, what you mad at?
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| Tell me, what the fuck is you mad at?
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| I came up from nothin' and got it, fuck is you mad at?
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| I never got to see it, I need it, I never had that
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| We all go the same twenty-four hours, what you mad at?
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| You never went to school with weapons in your backpack
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| Walkin' through the halls like, «Yeah, I had that»
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| I’m just tryna backtrack and understand what these niggas so mad at
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| Tryna cop a dime, I ain’t had five, I couldn’t match that
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| My waist was where the strap usually was stashed at
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| A boss gon' put that paper on your shit, bump like a snapback
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| You never was my man, reach out your hand, I ain’t gon' dap that
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| You hate me, but you see me, like, «Yo, Dave, get on my Snapchat»
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| I never wanted to be like you niggas, always look past that
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| So eager, nobody knew me neither, fuck you so mad at?
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| I could still slide through the spots that I used to trap at
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| I was taught to get it and ask, «The fuck is the cash at?»
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| Tell me, what the fuck is you mad at?
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| I came up from nothin' and got it, fuck is you mad at?
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| I never got to see it, I need it, I never had that
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| We all go the same twenty-four hours, what you mad at?
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| Tell me, what the fuck is you mad at?
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| I came up from nothin' and got it, fuck is you mad at?
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| I never got to see it, I need it, I never had that
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| We all go the same twenty-four hours, what you mad at?
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| This shit is more than entertainment
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| My daughter got me changin', keep my lawyer on retainer
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| Nobody knew my name, I was performin' like I’m famous
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| So far from the top, but I still saw it from the basement
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| The shit I spoke about is embedded, you can’t erase it
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| I never drove a foreign before, I just wanted to race it
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| How you plan to hit the next level? |
| Don’t know the basics
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| I talk to God then talk to the devil, my life is dangerous
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| Survival
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| I know why you mad, nigga
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| I know why you mad
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| I know why you mad, nigga
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| I know why you mad
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| I know why you mad
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| I know why you mad, nigga
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| I made goal out of trash, nigga
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| I only hit the club for a bag, nigga
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| I know why you mad, nigga
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| Misery love company, will not be no sad nigga
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| Born with it, I act just like my dad, nigga
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| Pack flipper, no ass-kisser, I’m that nigga
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| They don’t love you 'til you die, you can keep your congrats, nigga
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| Look you dead in your eye, can’t disguise that you’re mad, nigga
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| This life been hard, we ain’t have many reasons to laugh, nigga
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| Put your work in, the NBA don’t just draft niggas
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| Lead and never follow, go create your own path, nigga
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| Fresh out the cell to a V12, blow right past niggas
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| I worked too hard to be a broke-ass nigga
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| Lost with no hope ass-nigga
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| Ran out of favors, so just don’t ask, nigga
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| Don’t ask me shit you know you won’t ask Jigga
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| I was on Hov ave bitter
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| Face unfamiliar, I don’t know that nigga
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| If it ain’t pressure I don’t roll that, nigga
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| You live on throwback pictures
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| Reminiscin' on the times when you had it
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| Talkin' how you had a Benz and you survived when you crashed it
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| Scared? |
| Go to church or see who read the bible the fastest
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| They use love, they won’t acknowledge a master
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| They just reply to you faster
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| Everybody used to go but I ran out of them passes
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| Surrounded by ghosts and I don’t know Casper
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| I know why you mad, I’m about to own all of my masters
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| Canada, I’m comin' soon, I’m tryna glow up my passport
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| This is me, build and empire and we can split the fee
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| I ain’t charge 'em, I was gettin' shit for free
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| Regardless, I’ma eat
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| I know why you mad, nigga
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| It’s funny what the money do, just know that I laugh, nigga
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| I know why you mad
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| I know why you mad, nigga
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| I know why you mad
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| I know why you mad, nigga
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| I know why you mad
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| Yeah, simple math
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| They got the bitches, they got the money, they got the cars, they got the crib
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| They travel around the world, they smokin' that exotic
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| Shit, if I was you, I’d be mad, too |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What You Mad At , by - Dave East. Song from the album Survival, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп