Mad

(álbum: 2016 Discography - 2017)

Stop fucking saying that you care
Stop pretending like that you was ever there
Bitches mad, they wanna pull my hair
I'm the typa bitch to make your bitch disappear
You don't wanna see me mad
You don't really wanna make me mad
This isn't a joke, I am really sad
I don't give a fuck, bitch, please don't make me mad
I don't need a squad, I do it on my own
And I don't need a family, bitch, I got my own home
I did everything on my fucking own
And that's the shit that I fucking own
You will never fucking know what it's like to live low
Everybody bragging 'bout some shit that they don't know
Talking 'bout selling like they been on the roads
If you was in the dirt then you wouldn't be talking 'bout shit like you know