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I got a question fo' you hatin' ass out there, ay
Why you mad at me, ay
Oh, ass nigga, why you mad at me
ass nigga, why you mad at me

Remember late nights, stripes, servin' straight white
shit, slap box clear into the day light
Might fuss, may fight but stay
Keep the 'J' need for the lighter hit the base pipe

If the trap was the or the sea
You could consider me and them the killa and great whites
Befo' a nigga tried to click it make them think
they knew Cap would kill a nigga fo' blink twice

Day right, I'm recitin' my
Nigga I was there no matter through sirens on a silent night
Cold Sundays, slow Mondays, hot nights
Tuesday Thursdays servin' whether or not they ride

On peaceful hostful evenings even violent nights
on my shoulder hold a grudge 'cause you can die tonight
I swear you niggaz had no idea what my life was
Befo' the bright and a half a mil just to grab the mic

Is it I came from the bottom to the top
(Why you mad at me)
Maybe I spent a hundred on a drop
(Why you mad at me)
Is it 'cause I kept it and stayed down
(Why you mad at me)
Or is it 'cause I am the a
(That's why you mad at me)

Is 'cause you a and I'm a 'G'
(Why you mad at me)
Is it 'cause I got in the streets
(Why you mad at me)
Is 'cause you know yo' time out
(That's why you mad at me)
Is it you know I'm king of the south
(That's why you mad at me)

Niggaz mad 'cause I got it this
Gold on my wrist on my dick, my dick
But I could a fuck about this industry
I'm a be the tip 'til the end of me

That's something you know automatically if you a of me
Question that will other wise now you offend me
I came in this game not looking for a or enemy
them both now that niggaz in to me

Got rap niggaz liking into me
labels and polices want to censor me
Feds on my ass 'cause I'm in the
Think I still slang listen to lame who lie to snitch on me

It ain't my fault you can't picture me
Ridin' in a and I swear I never fathom
All the that a nigga can gain from Atlanta
Now I'm just tryin' to for Atlanta

niggaz would say in Atlanta
I was Rhode Park Doug high in Atlanta
Now true enough I yay in Atlanta
But is that to contributions, I made to Atlanta

Is it 'cause I from the bottom to the top
(Why you mad at me)
Maybe 'cause I spent a hundred on a
(Why you mad at me)
Is it I kept it pimpin' and stayed down
(Why you mad at me)
Or is it 'cause I am the a
(That's why you mad at me)

Is you a lame and I'm a 'G'
(Why you mad at me)
Is it 'cause I got in the streets
(Why you mad at me)
Is 'cause you yo' time runnin' out
(That's why you mad at me)
Is it you know I'm king of the south
(That's why you mad at me)

A pick a any reason all excuses would do
But man you lucky, I ain't buckin' like I used to do
While you was throwin' one's and two's, I was liftin' up tools and
Shoot at his just to see if he move

Or bust at his head to check if he dead man
Don't talk 'cause I heard he the Fed's man
They offer him and they knowin' he scared and tell him
Give me they or you doin' the stretch man

Or a wire go record what he said
And then you can his lawyer that his clients a dead man
A rat I'm smellin', blow I sellin'
Where you got that ain't no tellin'

Yes, I'm a felon why was that in
What all these records I'm sellin'
I'm head born and bank head bread
And when a nigga die, I'm gone be bank dead

Is it 'cause I came the bottom to the top
(Why you mad at me)
Maybe I spent a hundred on a drop
(Why you mad at me)
Is it 'cause I kept it pimpin' and down
(Why you mad at me)
Or is it 'cause I am the a
(That's why you mad at me)

Is you a lame and I'm a 'G'
(Why you mad at me)
Is it I got love in the streets
(Why you mad at me)
Is 'cause you know yo' runnin' out
(That's why you mad at me)
Is it 'cause you I'm king of the south
(That's why you mad at me)