letra de i ain't mad at ya - icewear vezzo
[intro]
and i hate f-ck n-ggas
even though i have some f-ck n-ggas in my family
got a lot of them motherf-ckers
and if you don’t wanna be no f-ck n-gga
don’t be nan’
i do it for the family
[verse 1]
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 f-ck i need to hear your two cents
it’s enough money around this b-tch, the crew rich
roxies and them basketb-lls, not thе ones you hoop with
i got steppers sеndin’ 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
[chorus]
cut them n-ggas 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 (f-ck with you)
real boss, the city mine, that’s why they mad at me (for real)
[verse 2]
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 about the cars and all this jewelry, n-gga?
i told ’em pray, that’s how you manifest
thinkin’ back, i been let down, seen ’em do some time
then come home and f-ck 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
[chorus]
cut them n-ggas 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 (f-ck with you)
real boss, the city mine, that’s why they mad at me (for real)
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