Lyrics Anger - YG Hootie

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