WHY YOU MAD @ ME

[Intro]
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(Ayy, Sage, that's 4K)

[Chorus: Lil Yee]
If cried you my pain, would you take me for weak?
Or give me up for granted, throw me to the street
Yeah, thought the money that I made, you’d be happy for me
You just wondered how it happened for me
Why the fuck you mad at me?
If I cry you my pain, you'd probably laugh at me
Ayy, or get so close and probably back stab me
Yeah, tell me why you mad at me

[Verse 1: Lil Bean]
All the Cuban links, I turn 'em rose gold (Rose gold)
Yeah, diamonds in my ring, it's like the Rose Bowl (Rose Bowl)
Keep your head up in the streets, this shit no joke (This shit no joke)
Lately, I been croppin' niggas out the photo (Out the photo)
Huh, damn, bro, what happened? All that shit we talked like Cuban links
Always wanted me to do for you what you wouldn't do for me
Is what it is, no love lost, shit, I ain't losin' sleep
Nigga ain't your brother, you turn your back and he can't wait to speak
Damn, huh, down on you
Ha, you can't have that energy around on you (Around)
Yeah, remember when them niggas used to clown on you
I was one of the main niggas who was around for you (Oh)

[Chorus: Lil Yee]
If cried you my pain, would you take me for weak?
Or give me up for granted, throw me to the street
Yeah, thought the money that I made, you’d be happy for me
You just wondered how it happened for me
Why the fuck you mad at me?
If I cry you my pain, you'd probably laugh at me
Ayy, or get so close and probably back stab me
Yeah, tell me why you mad at me

[Verse 2: Lil Yee]
Yeah, I said that money and that fame better not change you (Better not change)
I took L after L, feel like I can't lose (Like I can't)
And I was beatin' down that road like it can't bruise
And I took scars to the heart, feel like a tattoo (Yeah)
But everybody here for somethin', what you want? (What you want?)
I need my engine in the back, trunk in the front (Truck in the front)
I'm thankin' Ghazi for them checks, I'm rich off Runtz (I'm rich off Runtz)
I touch a embele, it took a couple months (Yeah yeah)
Now I got bitches that I love and that I lust and I don't trust 'em I just fuck 'em
I just— yeah, yeah
And I got ties with some niggas in the streets that's runnin' from they own beef
And I stand up for 'em, they think I don't got no love for 'em
Yeah, good thing I don't got no trust for 'em
Yeah, good thing I don't gotta— yeah yeah
I don't like to speak on it
I just try to find peace and it keep winnin', keep spinnin', yeah yeah

[Chorus: Lil Yee]
If cried you my pain, would you take me for weak?
Or give me up for granted, throw me to the street
Yeah, thought the money that I made, you’d be happy for me
You just wondered how it happened for me
Why the fuck you mad at me?
If I cry you my pain, you'd probably laugh at me
Ayy, or get so close and probably back stab me
Yeah, tell me why you mad at me

[Outro: Lil Yee]
So mad though, oh
Oh-oh