Mad At You

Yeah I'm mad at you But I don't really know What to do Cause I don't really Trust a thing That you do No I don't really Trust a thing That you do That you do I'm mad at you F*ck F*ck all these motherfuckers Been some days since I spoke to her She text me back she been thinking bout me Trapped in a rat race chopping words Smoking packs up in The 3 And this other girl who f*ck with me too But she got a man that don't meet her needs Meanwhile my ex stays in the creep And these groupie hoes stay on my feed I'm at peace it's okay Try to focus on life getting paid Ain't no way they stay at my pace Air Force lace stay stuck up in space I think her pussy tastes like lemonade And her ass like a peach, Palisade She gets around the state just like Medicaid Everything she want to say she barricades I'm mad at you But I don't really know What to do Cause I don't really Trust a thing That you do No I don't really Trust a thing That you do That you do I'm mad at you Yeah, I guess I'm still kind of mad at you Late nights, sleepy afternoons Memories, DMT and shrooms And there ain't no way this life I made Was to entertain And I know most of them I stay in their brain But, so do they And I felt the pain Now I'm right back on track with the racks of the cash And my stash on the dash But she lacking compassion Tied down by the entire ass and Back pockets keep a mask in it Hi-hats and high grounds You like that cuz you high now And you fight back Yeah you bite down I guess you were right Cuz I'm high now I'm mad at you But I don't really know What to do Cause I don't really Trust a thing That you do No I don't really Trust a thing That you do That you do