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Blac Youngsta

Mad People

 

Mad People

(album: F*ck Everybody 3 - 2020)


(A-Ayy, ayy, C-Mo)
Give me that shit (Gang, gang)

Eleven years old, caught my uncle selling dope, so I'ma go and sell me some (Why not?)
Twelve years old, took a charge for my dawg, told him, "I ain't see none" (Shit)
You ain't handle yo' business, every time you had smoke, you wait on me to come
Nigga, I was fucked up, broke just like you, got me some money 'cause they ain't give me none (No)
Look in my eyes, you can tell I had to lie and kill just to survive
My mama, she proud, I done made it, you know niggas still gon' hate on the guys
I put in my work, only thing that hurt is when niggas in the hood act like I ain't slide
They saw 'em shirts, they saw that "Rest in Peace" on that shit, so they know he died
I hate to kill a nigga that raised me, black as fuck, but they still shamed me
Smart as fuck, but they think I'm crazy, light him up if he try to play me
All that fuck shit don't amaze me, I know niggas still pussy on the inside
You can't cover up a lady (Yeah, yeah), they killed my guys, I'ma kill 'em pussies, they killed me on the inside
And I thank God I left 'em streets alone 'cause I could've been died
Can't wait 'til my dawg Big Grape and C get home, they done did too much time
Shaneila my cousin, I can' wait 'til she get home, they took her from her child (Child, gang, gang)
If you repping Heavy Camp worldwide, then you just like us (Gang, gang)
If you understand my pain that been through, then you just like us
Pull down on an opp, hangout the sunroof, let that bitch go, just like us
All of a sudden, niggas peeping how the camp styled, now they tryna dress like us
Take you from the shine 'cause they mad people
My lil' nigga killed twenty times, call him the grand reaper
Fuck with me, somebody dying, call me the grand leader
Hop outta the Lamb', I run in that shit, young rich nigga, Lamborghini shit
I don't show my kids on the internet 'cause I got enemies (Enemies)
I been copped that Aventador, them rap niggas, they renting shit
End up with 'em same old niggas before I was in this shit
End up with that same old chick before I was anybody
And she still love me like she love me before I was anybody
And I still trust her like I trust her before I was anybody
I'm not just anybody (Anybody)

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