I Ain't Mad At Ya

And I hate fuck niggas Even though I have some fuck niggas in my family Got a lot of them motherfuckers And if you don't wanna be no fuck nigga Don't be 'em I do it for the family Look up in the sky, I can see the stars Drop down, restaurant around my arm, the world is ours Cracked the code and picked the pieces up, it's a collage Matchin' Rolls, we'll send the reaper up to look at God I'm the blueprint, turned pennies into millions on my own So why the fuck I need to hear your two cents? It's enough money around this bitch, the crew rich Roxies and them basketballs, not the ones you hoop with I got steppers sendin' molly, ain't no call at all Gettin' rich 'til I retire, I'm too great for fallin' off Two specs for tailgatin' like we racin' car to car Used to starve, now we buy up all the Dracs and Audemars Cut them niggas out your circle, I ain't mad at you (I ain't mad at you) Went and got your own bag, bro, I ain't mad at you (bro, I ain't mad at you) Got your cake in that lil' town, I ain't mad at you (fuck with you) Real boss, the city mine, that's why they mad at me (for real) Oh, you finessin'? I ain't mad at that Get the 'bows locally and still could charge a little extra when it's Cali stamped Turn the streets to my profession, just imagine that Ran them laps and I had an asthma attack for all them bags and racks Got a kitchen full of beakers, skizzy look like pizzas Stack it up like Pringles, get the syrup, pints and liters Made that first million, I was grateful, nice to meet you Got two choppers by the speakers, knock the cheese out your fajita I was turnt when I was half as blessed Keep a 30 in my belt, that's how we had to dress Talk to that paper in my sleep, think the bag possessed What 'bout the cars and all this jewelry, nigga? I told 'em pray, that's how you manifest Thinkin' back, I been let down, seen 'em do some time Then come home and fuck with everybody except who held 'em down Mama told me see a snake swimmin', let 'em drown Grindin' hard, got ten million for my kids set aside Cut them niggas out your circle, I ain't mad at you (I ain't mad at you) Went and got your own bag, bro, I ain't mad at you (bro, I ain't mad at you) Got your cake in that lil' town, I ain't mad at you (fuck with you) Real boss, the city mine, that's why they mad at me (for real)