Ain't Nobody Mad

(album: Rise & Fall Of Slaughterhouse - 2022)

[KXNG Crooked:]
Crooked, why you still talking 'bout that bullshit?
Joell, can you tell me why you still talking 'bout that old bullshit?
Crooked, why you still talking 'bout that bullshit?
Joell, can you tell me why you still talking 'bout that old bullshit?
Them niggas probably mad, them niggas bitter
Shit is probably trash, shit is probably litter
Don't nobody care, I'ma still listen
Don't nobody care, I'ma still listen

[Joell Ortiz:]
Ain't nobody bitter, ain't nobody mad (Nah)
I'm actually smiling ear to ear, and hear more than I ever have
Feels good as fuck to clear up all the bullshit at last
Slaughterhouse dead so it felt fitting talking 'bout the past
I met y'all niggas in the industry
When the group formed, "Nissan, Honda, Chevy" was playing everywhere in the streets
Every one of them vehicles already had me in route to my legacy
Couldn't stay solo then, but I was fucking with the chemistry
The brotherhood, the energy
But please let it be down I was doing this shit all alone
In the zone on my own, Champ hoodie with the timbs
Brooklyn, c-come on
Couple restaurants doing great
Y'all should stop by and get a plate
Couple properties out of state (Uh-huh)
Cash box, no interest rates
House gang's now real estate
If it ain't crooked, man, I'm straight

[KXNG Crooked:]
Crooked, why you still talking 'bout that bullshit?
Joell, can you tell me why you still talking 'bout that old bullshit?
Crooked, why you still talking 'bout that bullshit?
Joell, can you tell me why you still talking 'bout that old bullshit?
Them niggas probably mad, them niggas bitter
Shit is probably trash, shit is probably litter
Don't nobody care, I'ma still listen
Don't nobody care, I'ma still listen

Listen, man
I'd rather rap about it than to ever fucking tweet about it
Any fuck shit that happened, we allowed it
You can disagree or be a G about it
I don't even got it, people probably think I'm thinking clouded
When I brainstorm, nah, there ain't no beef about it
This a vegan salad, rap world is Saturn, put a ring around it
Rap circles 'round you niggas then I get paid, fuck minimum wage
Bitch, I've been in the shade, at the end of the day
Whoever get in the way is digging a grave, y'all niggas behave
I've been about my money bag, yo, funny bunny asshole
Fuck a crummy bummy rap show
Make your honey rummy that dough to let your dummy ass know
I don't care if you the richest nigga in America
If you don't got character I stare at ya like wow
And the Nina make you bow 'cause it's meaner than Erica, pow
I'm a ghostwriter and a lone rider
Take a care of mine, I'm a provider
Keep swinging on 'em like a pro fighter
I don't need a Slaughterhouse cosigner
I'm a new man with a old lighter
I'll burn this motherfucker down

Crooked, why you still talking 'bout that bullshit?
Joell, can you tell me why you still talking 'bout that old bullshit?
Crooked, why you still talking 'bout that bullshit?
Joell, can you tell me why you still talking 'bout that old bullshit?
Them niggas probably mad, them niggas bitter
Shit is probably trash, shit is probably litter
Don't nobody care, I'ma still listen
Don't nobody care, I'ma still listen