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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 nights, earn stripes, servin' straight white
Talk shit, slap box into the day light
Might fuss, may but stay tight
Keep what the 'J' need for the lighter hit the pipe

If the trap was the or the sea
You consider me and them the killa whales and great whites
Befo' a nigga tried to click it make them think
'Cause they knew Cap would 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 Friday
Tuesday Thursdays servin' whether or not they ride

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

Is it 'cause I from the bottom to the top
(Why you mad at me)
Maybe 'cause I a hundred on a drop
(Why you mad at me)
Is it 'cause I it pimpin' and stayed down
(Why you mad at me)
Or is it I am the a town
(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 love in the
(Why you mad at me)
Is 'cause you know yo' runnin' out
(That's why you mad at me)
Is it 'cause you know I'm king of the
(That's why you mad at me)

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

something you know automatically if you a friend of me
Question that will think other now you offend me
I came in this game not looking for a friend or
them both now that niggaz in to me

Got little rap niggaz into me
Major and polices want to censor me
on my ass 'cause I'm in the streets
Think I still listen to lame niggaz who lie to snitch on me

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

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

Is it 'cause I came 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 I am the a town
(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 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 like I used to do fool
While you was throwin' one's and two's, I was up tools and then
Shoot at his shoes to see if he move

Or either bust at his head to check if he man
Don't talk around I heard he the Fed's man
They him time and they knowin' he scared and tell him
me they names or you doin' the stretch man

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

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

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 pimpin' and down
(Why you mad at me)
Or is it I am the a town
(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 you know 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)