What You Mad At - Dave East, Mad Rapper

Sign 'em to the CBA or somethin', nigga

This rap shit is over, man, for real, man, for real (Aw, nah, nah, nah)

Why you mad, son?

I’m just sayin', son, my shit is still Stanley steamin', you know what I’m

sayin'?

I’m still the johnniest of 'em all, fam

This nigga here, man, I don’t even get it, I just—

I’m mad, son, I’m mad

Tell me, what the fuck is you mad at?

I came up from nothin' and got it, fuck is you mad at?

I never got to see it, I need it, I never had that

We all go the same twenty-four hours, what you mad at?

Tell me, what the fuck is you mad at?

I came up from nothin' and got it, fuck is you mad at?

I never got to see it, I need it, I never had that

We all go the same twenty-four hours, what you mad at?

You never went to school with weapons in your backpack

Walkin' through the halls like, «Yeah, I had that»

I’m just tryna backtrack and understand what these niggas so mad at

Tryna cop a dime, I ain’t had five, I couldn’t match that

My waist was where the strap usually was stashed at

A boss gon' put that paper on your shit, bump like a snapback

You never was my man, reach out your hand, I ain’t gon' dap that

You hate me, but you see me, like, «Yo, Dave, get on my Snapchat»

I never wanted to be like you niggas, always look past that

So eager, nobody knew me neither, fuck you so mad at?

I could still slide through the spots that I used to trap at

I was taught to get it and ask, «The fuck is the cash at?»

Tell me, what the fuck is you mad at?

I came up from nothin' and got it, fuck is you mad at?

I never got to see it, I need it, I never had that

We all go the same twenty-four hours, what you mad at?

Tell me, what the fuck is you mad at?

I came up from nothin' and got it, fuck is you mad at?

I never got to see it, I need it, I never had that

We all go the same twenty-four hours, what you mad at?

This shit is more than entertainment

My daughter got me changin', keep my lawyer on retainer

Nobody knew my name, I was performin' like I’m famous

So far from the top, but I still saw it from the basement

The shit I spoke about is embedded, you can’t erase it

I never drove a foreign before, I just wanted to race it

How you plan to hit the next level?

Don’t know the basics

I talk to God then talk to the devil, my life is dangerous

Survival

I know why you mad, nigga

I know why you mad

I know why you mad, nigga

I know why you mad

I know why you mad

I know why you mad, nigga

I made goal out of trash, nigga

I only hit the club for a bag, nigga

I know why you mad, nigga

Misery love company, will not be no sad nigga

Born with it, I act just like my dad, nigga

Pack flipper, no ass-kisser, I’m that nigga

They don’t love you 'til you die, you can keep your congrats, nigga

Look you dead in your eye, can’t disguise that you’re mad, nigga

This life been hard, we ain’t have many reasons to laugh, nigga

Put your work in, the NBA don’t just draft niggas

Lead and never follow, go create your own path, nigga

Fresh out the cell to a V12, blow right past niggas

I worked too hard to be a broke-ass nigga

Lost with no hope ass-nigga

Ran out of favors, so just don’t ask, nigga

Don’t ask me shit you know you won’t ask Jigga

I was on Hov ave bitter

Face unfamiliar, I don’t know that nigga

If it ain’t pressure I don’t roll that, nigga

You live on throwback pictures

Reminiscin' on the times when you had it

Talkin' how you had a Benz and you survived when you crashed it

Scared?

Go to church or see who read the bible the fastest

They use love, they won’t acknowledge a master

They just reply to you faster

Everybody used to go but I ran out of them passes

Surrounded by ghosts and I don’t know Casper

I know why you mad, I’m about to own all of my masters

Canada, I’m comin' soon, I’m tryna glow up my passport

This is me, build and empire and we can split the fee

I ain’t charge 'em, I was gettin' shit for free

Regardless, I’ma eat

I know why you mad, nigga

It’s funny what the money do, just know that I laugh, nigga

I know why you mad

I know why you mad, nigga

I know why you mad

I know why you mad, nigga

I know why you mad

Yeah, simple math

They got the bitches, they got the money, they got the cars, they got the crib

They travel around the world, they smokin' that exotic

Shit, if I was you, I’d be mad, too