[Interlude]
Yeah, yeah, yo, I'm sick of all these directional-ass rappin'-ass niggas (Tsk, uhh, yo)
You know what I'm sayin'?
You got Wests in the shit, now we got this East nigga (Yo, yo, you, you hatin')
Get the fuck outta here, man, for real (Dave East is hot, he hot)
What kind of shit is this, man? (He hot, son, Harlem nigga, I fuck with 'em)
I'ma get my own rappers, nigga (Yeah) like Mike North or somethin', you know what I'm sayin'?
Down South Black or somethin', you know what I mean?
These directional-ass niggas (Ah, nigga, you ain't got no money, nigga, Nas signed 'em, for real)
Man, I don't give a fuck, man, who cares, man? (Yeah, he hot, he Def Jam)
He ain't signed no basketball team, nigga, the nigga 6'4", nigga (Ahh, you a hater, bitches like that)
Sign 'em to the CBA or somethin', nigga
This rap shit is over, man, for real, man, for real (Aw, nah, nah, nah)
Why you mad, son?
I'm just sayin', son, my shit is still Stanley steamin', you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm still the johnniest of 'em all, fam
This nigga here, man, I don't even get it, I just—
I'm mad, son, I'm mad
[Chorus]
Tell me, what the fuck is you mad at?
I came up from nothin' and got it, fuck is you mad at?
I never got to see it, I need it, I never had that
We all go the same twenty-four hours, what you mad at?
Tell me, what the fuck is you mad at?
I came up from nothin' and got it, fuck is you mad at?
I never got to see it, I need it, I never had that
We all go the same twenty-four hours, what you mad at?
Yeah, yeah, yo, I'm sick of all these directional-ass rappin'-ass niggas (Tsk, uhh, yo)
You know what I'm sayin'?
You got Wests in the shit, now we got this East nigga (Yo, yo, you, you hatin')
Get the fuck outta here, man, for real (Dave East is hot, he hot)
What kind of shit is this, man? (He hot, son, Harlem nigga, I fuck with 'em)
I'ma get my own rappers, nigga (Yeah) like Mike North or somethin', you know what I'm sayin'?
Down South Black or somethin', you know what I mean?
These directional-ass niggas (Ah, nigga, you ain't got no money, nigga, Nas signed 'em, for real)
Man, I don't give a fuck, man, who cares, man? (Yeah, he hot, he Def Jam)
He ain't signed no basketball team, nigga, the nigga 6'4", nigga (Ahh, you a hater, bitches like that)
Sign 'em to the CBA or somethin', nigga
This rap shit is over, man, for real, man, for real (Aw, nah, nah, nah)
Why you mad, son?
I'm just sayin', son, my shit is still Stanley steamin', you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm still the johnniest of 'em all, fam
This nigga here, man, I don't even get it, I just—
I'm mad, son, I'm mad
[Chorus]
Tell me, what the fuck is you mad at?
I came up from nothin' and got it, fuck is you mad at?
I never got to see it, I need it, I never had that
We all go the same twenty-four hours, what you mad at?
Tell me, what the fuck is you mad at?
I came up from nothin' and got it, fuck is you mad at?
I never got to see it, I need it, I never had that
We all go the same twenty-four hours, what you mad at?
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