Letra de I ain’t Mad at Ya - Icewear Vezzo

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

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 the ones you hoop with

I got steppers sendin' 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

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)

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

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)

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