Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Anger, artist - YG Hootie. Date of issue: 23.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Anger |
| You can see the steam coming off a nigga head |
| Uh, uh |
| Mad, mad that my brother got 26 |
| Mad that he thought he had friends |
| But really in the end just some niggas ain’t fucking with |
| Mad, mad that I blew through mad money |
| Thinking it was mad funny |
| Keeping up with trends |
| But really in the end shoulda stacked up all the blessings God had for me |
| Whoa, pretty why you going there |
| Cause every time go side the booth I don’t know if I’m a go again |
| Feel some bad times rolling in |
| Feeling devil tryna creep in |
| Say a prayer for the haters |
| Let me know you the realist |
| And if you don’t believe |
| Don’t fuck with me |
| Drew a line in the sand, real shit |
| Kill shit, still kill shit |
| But now, I just wanna kill your facade |
| Am new and it’s a job |
| Am new and it’s an uphill battle |
| You cage on my rattle like don’t kill the love |
| Everytime I hit a troop I smile |
| For me, that’s hot |
| I’m wild, I’m calm |
| I’m a contradiction, I’m an oxymoron |
| Fanning the flame or pass the choron |
| If you mad like me, am a come on |
| Mad, mad |
| I’m mad that they got a cell waitin for me |
| Everybody switchin you can take it homie |
| Tellin myself you can make it homie |
| When you hear me on the track nah that never phony |
| Using my anger like an anchor |
| Runnin up the sidelines tryna score |
| Like a flanker or a banker, what’s danger |
| Put a nigga on the edge |
| Hell actin all red |
| Take it with me to the head |
| Rest in peace Double J |
| Still see you in my head |
| Fuck the Feds, fuck them niggas too |
| Fuck these bitches too, fuck these snitches too |
| If a nigga try me I’m a let it loose |
| Teach the hood like the institute |
| Mad, mad like a nigga in a whip with no free on |
| Then it’s summertime and you feelin like a freon |
| I’m a sweat it out, nigga let it out |
| Best you come up with a plan |
| Gotta tell it to the man |
| Fuck around, you ain’t never lose again |
| Being broke is a sin |
| Being broke is a sin |
| I’m wild, I’m calm |
| I’m a contradiction, I’m an oxymoron |
| Fanning the flame or pass the choron |
| If you mad like me, am a come on |
| Mad, mad |
| Let it run, let it run |
| I lost my head |
| My best friend dead |
| Being watched by Feds |
| Locked up life’s dread |
| Took one for the team |
| But the team left me |
| Life just a bad dream |
| Life just a bad dream |
| Mad, mad |
| Mad, mad |