Why U Mad At Me - Screwed Version

I got a question for you hatin' ass niggas (Ayy, ayy)

Why you mad at me? (Yeah, ayy)

Lame ass nigga, why you mad at me? (Yeah, yeah)

Sucka ass nigga, why you mad at me?

Remember late nights, earned stripes, servin' straight white

Talk shit, slapbox, clear into the daylight

Might fuss, may fight, but stay tight

Keep what the J need, phone a lighter, hit the base pipe

If the trap was the ocean or the sea

You could consider me and them the killer whales and great whites

'Fore a nigga tried to click it, made 'em think twice

'Cause they knew Cap'll kill a nigga 'fore you blink twice

They right, I'm recitin' my life

Nigga, I was there no matter what, through sirens on a silent night

Cold Sundays, slow Mondays, hot Friday nights

Tuesdays, Thursdays, servin' whether or not they ride tonight

On peaceful days, hostile evenings, even violent nights

Chip on my shoulder, hold a grudge, you could die tonight

I swear you niggas have no idea what my life was like

Before the bright lights and a half a million to get

It's 'cause I came from the bottom to the top (Why you mad at me?)

It's because I spent a hundred on the drop (Why you mad at me?)

Is it 'cause I kept it pimpin' and stayed down? (Why you mad at me?)

Or is it 'cause I am the A-Town? (That's why you mad at me)

Is it 'cause you a lame and I'm a G? (Why you mad at me?)

Is it 'cause I got love in the streets? (Why you mad at me?)

Is it 'cause you know your time runnin'

Out? (That's why you mad at me)

Is it 'cause you know I'm king of the South?

(Ayy, yo, that's why they mad at me, ayy)

Niggas mad 'cause I got it like this

Rolls on my wrist, hoes on my dick

But I could give a fuck about this industry

I'ma be the same Tip 'til the end of me

That's somethin' you know automatically if you a friend of me

You question that or think otherwise, now you've offended me

Came in the game not lookin' for a friends or a enemy

But found 'em both, now the niggas into me

Got lil' rap niggas lightin' into me

Major labels and polices wanna censor me

Feds on my ass 'cause I'm in the streets

Think I still slang, listen to lame niggas who lie to snitch on me

It ain't my fault that you can't picture me ridin' in a Phantom

Man, I swear I never fathomed all the

Fame that a nigga could gain from Atlanta

Now I'm just tryna maintain for Atlanta

Before niggas was sayin', "Atlanta"

I was Grove Park, Doug High, stayed in Atlanta

True enough, I sold yay in Atlanta

But that compared to contributions I made to Atlanta

It's 'cause I came from the bottom to the top (Why you mad at me?)

It's because I spent a hundred on the drop (Why you mad at me?)

Is it 'cause I kept it pimpin' and stayed down? (Why you mad at me?)

Or is it 'cause I am the A-Town? (That's why you mad at me)

Is it 'cause you a lame and I'm a G? (Why you mad at me?)

Is it 'cause I got love in the streets? (Why you mad at me?)

Is it 'cause you know your time runnin'

Out? (That's why you mad at me)

Is it 'cause you know I'm king of the South?

(Ayy, yo, that's why they mad at me, ayy)

Ayy, bring a reason, any reason, all excuses'll do

But man, you lucky I ain't buckin' like I used to do fools

While you was throwin' ones and twos, I was liftin' them tools

And then I'd shoot at his shoes to see if he move

Or either bust at his head and checkin' he dead, man

Don't talk around him 'cause I heard you the feds, man

They offer him time and they knowin' he scared to tell 'em

Hey, give me your name or you doin' a stretch, man

L-Y or Y, you gon' record what he said?

And then you could tell his lawyer that his client's a dead man

The racks I'm smellin', blow I ain't sellin'

Where you got that impression? Ain't no tellin'

Yes, I'm a felon, why was that in question?

What about all these records I'm sellin'?

Bankhead born and Bankhead bred

But when a nigga die, I'm gon' be Bankhead dead

It's 'cause I came from the bottom to the top (Why you mad at me?)

It's because I spent a hundred on the drop (Why you mad at me?)

Is it 'cause I kept it pimpin' and stayed down? (Why you mad at me?)

Or is it 'cause I am the A-Town? (That's why you mad at me)

Is it 'cause you a lame and I'm a G? (Why you mad at me?)

Is it 'cause I got love in the streets? (Why you mad at me?)

Is it 'cause you know your time runnin'

Out? (That's why you mad at me)

Is it 'cause you know I'm king of the South?

(Ayy, yo, that's why they mad at me, ayy)