Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mad, artist - Rapsody. Album song Crown, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Jamla
Song language: English
Mad |
Ooh, they gon' be mad |
They gon' be big mad |
Tell ‘em why you mad son |
(Why you always gotta be so mad) |
You gettin' on my nerves a bit |
Told me one thing I found out that weren’t so accurate (mad) |
You drove my car, ain’t put no gas in it |
One on one until you sleepy |
But the boys holla you out til 6 nigga, you Dracula (mad) |
Oh, oh ok you actin' up |
Yea I’m big mad after I vent though I’m good afterwards (mad) |
Black love they still attackin' us |
Tellin' us how to feel and react |
Chill, you ain’t as black as us (mad) |
Wait a minute watch your tone with me |
Don’t come for the throne |
Remember youngin' you ain’t grown as me (mad) |
Dot called me for a feature spot |
You felt you shoulda been the one so you treat me funny |
Now I gotchu (mad) |
Like when I’m trippin' and emotional |
He mad I read too deep in things and complicate what’s simple (mad) |
Mo, you mad? |
I don’t listen like I should at times |
Confusin' you with dubs and lames |
He said look girl, man man |
Some others made we make more money |
Your single hot but my whole album hot we make more from it |
(Now tell ‘em why you’re mad son) |
Yea tell ‘em why you mad son |
Cause the boss man’s wife’s sister’s sample is what I’m rapping on? |
Jamla is the squad and Roc Nation still the family man |
You mad you just a family guy, watching real families man |
They mad the First Family love me, President say he a fan |
They mad a black man is the best president that we ever had |
(Where'd your love go?) Tell ‘em why you mad son |
(Where'd your love go?) T-tell ‘em why you mad son |
(Where'd your love) Tell ‘em why you mad son |
(Baby, baby, baby) Tell ‘em tell ‘em |
(Why you always gotta be so mad) |
Let me tell you why I’m mad son |
It’s 2016 and Black brothers still harassed dumb |
They took The Cosby Show off air son |
Bill might be in question but Heathcliff done saved us all, nigga |
'Bout some stars and some stripes |
Cause some lines bein' crossed and stars sayin' it ain’t right now you (mad) |
They mad we speakin' super loud now |
And money can’t buy us, naw, we ain’t the type to bow down, ya (mad) |
I’mma take a bow now |
And y’all can respect every Black and Brown one that wear a crown, ya (mad) |
I call my EP Crown, huh |
Yo, «who she think she is» is tryna represent for y’all, some (mad) |
But y’all ain’t secure in your position |
Hurt dogs holla, that’s some old folks wisdom, niggas (mad) |
That we made it through the gate for free |
Jay and Khaled ain’t the only ones I see that got the keys |