Don't Get Mad

I know what I'm sayin' Quan did it again Just keep it real with yourself, man It's just a motherfuckin' start Big Bands Entertainment, Nigga Mama always tellin' me, Quan, you livin' too fast Choppa with extended mags, finna leave that lil' boy flat I ain't talkin' Usain, you know I'm racin' for that cash When I get signed, you know I won't be back Don't get mad when I get rich, that won't get your homie back Don't get mad when I put everybody on, you know it's that Don't get mad cause when I cut you off, delete my number jack When I get mad, them choppa bullets hit his car, it'll make him crash Don't get mad at all, got a lot of choppas in my catalogue Dissin on the gang, we'll wet your block up like Jurassic Park I'm the one that made you dropped the low, you don't live that far You think I miss a whole hundred shots, like it ain't your car Why would I get mad when I'm tryin' to get a bag? Why would I get mad on someone when I'm tryin' to live the last? Bro, don't push me, whole hundred choppas on your ass Now you in the body bag, we gon' dump you like some trash You got mad over a chick, cause she won't let you hit the cat I ain't mad at you bro, but you hangin' with them rats Girl, don't beat yourself up, like I said it's in the past If you're ever tryin' to win me back, just go get you some cash Mama always tellin' me, Quan, you livin' too fast Choppa with extended mags, finna leave that little boy flat I ain't talkin' Usain, you know I'm racin' for that cash When I get signed, you know I won't be back Don't get mad when I get rich, that won't get your homie back Don't get mad when I put everybody on, you know it's that Don't get mad cause when I cut you off, they leave my number jacked When I get mad, them choppa bullets hit his car, it'll make him crash When I was nine, I ain't waste no time, I was spittin' rhymes It's a fact, I be killin' beats, I should do the time Talkin' this, and you talkin' that, but you steady in lying Like I'm Tony Montana, when I see shit, you know it's mine You talkin' talking on the net, but you steady goin' live I got Glocks, Tech-9s, that's why everybody dying Cause when I die, you better not put up to my funeral with that lying When I pop out with the AK, them bullets flyin I told bro he got the switch, and you know it's gon' be a hit You was solid for a minute, but I know that you gon' snitch Life is like a game right now, most of the time that you can't win Caught that boy lookin' outside, and you know we had to spin Mama always tellin' me, Quan, you livin' too fast Choppa with extended mags, finna to leave that lil' boy flat I ain't talkin' Usain, you know I'm racing for that cash And when I get signed, you know I won't be back Don't get mad when I get rich, that won't get your homie back Don't get mad when I put everybody on, you know it's that Don't get mad is when I cut you off, delete my number, jack When I get mad, I'm choppin' bullets, hit his car And I made him crash, don't get mad Don't get mad, it's just as start, pussy Quan Did it again