Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Ain't Mad at Cha, artist - Troy Ave.
Date of issue: 16.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Ain't Mad at Cha |
God Forgives and I don’t |
Aye |
Better dreams of being richer |
Broke and with money wrote my songs and my scriptures then I got to thinkin' |
Damn I miss my nigga if you ever lost somebody then say R.I.P. |
my nigga |
(R.I.P. my nigga!) |
Better dreams of being richer |
Broke and with money wrote my songs and my scriptures then I got to thinkin' |
Damn I miss my nigga if you ever lost somebody then say R.I.P. |
my nigga |
(R.I.P. my nigga!) |
Real nigga die, fake nigga went to jail |
Ain’t no balance I need murder on that scale |
I Wanna say more but the people on my trial |
I gotta be cautious while I’m prepping for this trial |
I sat for two months they wouldn’t give your boy a bail |
I sat for two months they couldn’t get your boy to tell |
said something he ain’t my dog that’s a opp |
That nigga went to court started talking like a cop |
9−1-1 niggas but they not |
Even fake friends left Troy went I was shot |
Why these niggas ain’t put in pain went I was locked? |
Why these niggas leave me to take on these Glocks? |
Better dreams of being richer |
Broke and with money wrote my songs and my scriptures then I got to thinkin' |
Damn I miss my nigga if you ever lost somebody then say R.I.P. |
my nigga |
(R.I.P. my nigga!) |
Better dreams of being richer |
Broke and with money wrote my songs and my scriptures then I got to thinkin' |
Damn I miss my nigga if you ever lost somebody then say R.I.P. |
my nigga |
(R.I.P. my nigga!) |
Trife a wanskta actin' like a real brother |
But Banga ain’t fuck with cha word to my mother |
We had real talks went his case was getting fucked |
He asked for bail he said you was moral support |
You seen Assanova at the Summer Jam facts |
You said who did it? |
He said «Man it wasn’t me it was (Tax) «But he’s a rat and fuck boy runnin' its proven |
I should let it happen when Banga bout to boom him |
Boom! |
Boom! |
Nigga you been on my dick |
Using my ad-libs asking me to take up a flick |
You was right there when I was taking a |
Asking Murda why he ain’t help why you ain’t help bitch |
You a pussy and niggas was fucking ya bitch |
She left and took the baby cause you ain’t have no chips |
put you on and you took the bitch back |
And when you fall off I guarantee she fall back |
Sucka! |
You reminded me of that Hovain clown |
His baby mom fuck that the nigga that work at food town |
He beat up in the middle of her sleep |
All because she got a text from Produce Pete |
He said how this dick was I fucked you better than ya man |
400 pounds on her neck choke slam |
Damn! |
Right in front of the kids |
I mean its only one bedroom where y’all niggas live |
Is you mad that I got 6? |
I said let’s go half |
And buy Lito a Drop 6 and he just laughed |
I said «Bro what’s so funny?» |
He said «Fuck him that nigga ain’t make us no money!» |
Better dreams of being richer |
Broke and with money wrote my songs and my scriptures then I got to thinkin' |
Damn I miss my nigga if you ever lost somebody then say R.I.P. |
my nigga |
(R.I.P. my nigga!) |
Better dreams of being richer |
Broke and with money wrote my songs and my scriptures then I got to thinkin' |
Damn I miss my nigga if you ever lost somebody then say R.I.P. |
my nigga |
(R.I.P. my nigga!) |