I Ain't Mad At Ya - Trae Tha Truth, Ink

I ain’t mad at ya, doin what you gotta do

I ain’t mad at ya, standin home at the school

I ain’t mad at ya, mouths to feed, and bills to pay

I ain’t mad at ya, it’s gonna be a better day

What’s been happenin with you, homie, you look like you been stressin

Tryna make change, but not excepted is what I’m guessin

The ones you love the most not there, you gotta listen

Devil playing quarterback in the simptoms of bliss

Know that Bentley you had from 9 to 5 in the hood got you locked up

Used to run the block, but now half the block got shot down

Baby all the way, it’s gonna be fucked up if you don’t grind

Dreams to fly away, but that ain’t work, so you got crime

On top of that, I hear you thinkin bout goin to school

And pick up on things that aren’t bout a pack and a tool

I feel you, lil homie

Whatever the best for you, that’s what you gotta do, homie

Hold you down, gonna support you, ain’t no doubt about it

When you crash, I’m the first to say you ain’t bout it

Funny situation, but it’s up to you to hop out it

Lead the way like it’s real, just hope he don’t forget bout it

I ain’t mad at ya, doin what you gotta do

I ain’t mad at ya, standin home at the school

I ain’t mad at ya, mouths to feed, and bills to pay

I ain’t mad at ya, it’s gonna be a better day

Being wreckless never was you, who am I to judge

Know this shit ain’t easy for you, what it does to ya

You never had intentions on switchin, just tryna fix it

Buildin yourself to get back in the mix

I ain’t mad at ya, I heard you got a girl

Now you wanna lock it down, even if it mean other women won’t come back around

I was comin here to see you standin on your own two

What’s the point of livin, when what you livins not you

I heard you was in Holliwood, cause you got off the corner

But you know that if you take that back again, you’s a goner

It’s number three when they see you, you goin ride it out

You don’t remember all them nights of pain, you cried it out

I’m blastin the ox, never missin these stops

Opertoonity knocks, gonna get out the box

Iether way, I’m still proud of ya

You still fightin, homie

When they doubted ya, homie

I ain’t mad at ya, doin what you gotta do

I ain’t mad at ya, standin home at the school

I ain’t mad at ya, mouths to feed, and bills to pay

I ain’t mad at ya, it’s gonna be a better day