Why They Angry

I use to play Tupac when I blazed up weed
Shit changed that year when I laced up these
I'm that south west kid, just the same as the others
I think that's why they all relate cause I came from the slum
Now maybe man I don't know I'm just doing what I love cuz
Rappers act like bitches, stab your back when you get funds up
Strap them Nikies up
Strap them Nikies up
At school I stayed stoned tryna keep my eyelids wide enough
Now I'm on stage and I cannot get the fuckers shut
I use to ride my bike to the dealers, hope they'd tick me up
Shit changed mention my name amongst kings
Forever played the first to make it, you can trust this
Fuck wits duck this
Cause the cunts sick
Step back watch this
Mother fucker cause I come with
Saddies in my pocket, back stage at a packed show
Sketching if the pills are smack, you fucking up the rap flow
Then I hear all the bass in the cheers
I've been waiting for years, now I'm facing my fears
You ain't know how hard I work, make a better man, I love it
I am truly something that broke records with no help or nothing
Tell em get fucked
Te, tell em get fucked
My crew is extra weary
But these haters never step up
See me in your state
Extra style with an attitude
Rapping got my back mother fucker it ain't having you
I'm so stoned, I'm no clone to none of them
They know I'm gifted so they copy, but I fucking am
Way, way ahead I visit from the future
The past was looking shaky, had to come and set the mood bra
Don't hate hater, you knowing what it is
Hate on god he's the reason you ain't got a gift
A lot of shits spit, me I keep it pure
And that's why they know me, they don't even know who you are
I'mma drop more shit, till I got your bitch on all fours with a pitty and a rot wheelers dick
Just for the fuck of it, tell your crew to suck a dick
Ain't nobody fucking with the movement that I'm coming with
Young cunts I know are doing favours for a ciggie packet
Make it worse, they got no morals and they fucking trigger happy
Crazy world you're telling me it's a lion's den
Leave it to the Kers if I was you I wouldn't try and stand
You gotta understand I was fucking made for rap
It's kinda obvious stop this track and play it back
I'm walking razor back, hill with a razor dacked
Still never fake with rap
Real this is blainten as
In your circles, just a bunch of fucking rap wannabes, wanna be me so bad now you gonna see
How these faggots biting, they begging for some spot light
Everywhere I go, you can guarantee I got shine
ABK crew
225 what I represent
Kers one mother fucker
You ain't find it better yet