I Ain’t Mad At Ya

[Intro]
And I hate fuck niggas
Even though I have some fuck niggas in my family
Got a lot of them motherfuckers
And if you don't wanna be no fuck nigga
Don't be nan'
I do it for the family

[Verse 1]
Look up in the sky, I can see the stars
Drop down, restaurant around my arm, the world is ours
Cracked the code and picked the pieces up, it's a collage
Matchin' Rolls, we'll send the reaper up to look at God
I'm the blueprint
Turned pennies into millions on my own, so why the fuck I need to hear your two cents
It's enough money around this bitch, the crew rich
Roxies and them basketballs, not thе ones you hoop with
I got steppers sеndin' molly, ain't no call at all
Gettin' rich 'til I retire, I'm too great for fallin' off
Two specs for tailgatin' like we racin' car to car
Used to starve, now we buy up all the Dracs and Audemars

[Chorus]
Cut them niggas out your circle, I ain't mad at you (I ain't mad at you)
Went and got your own bag, bro, I ain't mad at you (Bro, I ain't mad at you)
Got your cake in that lil' town, I ain't mad at you (Fuck with you)
Real boss, the city mine, that's why they mad at me (For real)

[Verse 2]
Oh, you finessin'? I ain't mad at that
Get the 'bows locally and still could charge a little extra when it's Cali stamped
Turn the streets to my profession, just imagine that
Ran them laps and I had an asthma attack for all them bags and racks
Got a kitchen full of beakers, skizzy look like pizzas
Stack it up like Pringles, get the syrup, pints and liters
Made that first million, I was grateful, nice to meet you
Got two choppers by the speakers, knock the cheese out your fajita
I was turnt when I was half as blessed
Keep a 30 in my belt, that's how we had to dress
Talk to that paper in my sleep, think the bag possessed
What about the cars and all this jewelry, nigga?
I told 'em pray, that's how you manifest
Thinkin' back, I been let down, seen 'em do some time
Then come home and fuck with everybody except who held 'em down
Mama told me see a snake swimmin', let 'em drown
Grindin' hard, got ten million for my kids set aside

[Chorus]
Cut them niggas out your circle, I ain't mad at you (I ain't mad at you)
Went and got your own bag, bro, I ain't mad at you (Bro, I ain't mad at you)
Got your cake in that lil' town, I ain't mad at you (Fuck with you)
Real boss, the city mine, that's why they mad at me (For real)