I got a question for you hatin' ass niggas (Ayy, ayy)
Why you mad at me? (Yeah, ayy)
Lame ass nigga, why you mad at me? (Yeah, yeah)
Sucka ass nigga, why you mad at me?
Remember late nights, earned stripes, servin' straight white
Talk shit, slapbox, clear into the daylight
Might fuss, may fight, but stay tight
Keep what the J need, phone a lighter, hit the base pipe
If the trap was the ocean or the sea
You could consider me and them the killer whales and great whites
'Fore a nigga tried to click it, made 'em think twice
'Cause they knew Cap'll kill a nigga 'fore you blink twice
They right, I'm recitin' my life
Nigga, I was there no matter what, through sirens on a silent night
Cold Sundays, slow Mondays, hot Friday nights
Tuesdays, Thursdays, servin' whether or not they ride tonight
On peaceful days, hostile evenings, even violent nights
Chip on my shoulder, hold a grudge, you could die tonight
I swear you niggas have no idea what my life was like
Before the bright lights and a half a million to get
It's 'cause I came from the bottom to the top (Why you mad at me?)
It's because I spent a hundred on the drop (Why you mad at me?)
Is it 'cause I kept it pimpin' and stayed down? (Why you mad at me?)
Or is it 'cause I am the A-Town? (That's why you mad at me)
Is it 'cause you a lame and I'm a G? (Why you mad at me?)
Is it 'cause I got love in the streets? (Why you mad at me?)
Is it 'cause you know your time runnin'
Out? (That's why you mad at me)
Is it 'cause you know I'm king of the South?
(Ayy, yo, that's why they mad at me, ayy)
Niggas mad 'cause I got it like this
Rolls on my wrist, hoes on my dick
But I could give a fuck about this industry
I'ma be the same Tip 'til the end of me
That's somethin' you know automatically if you a friend of me
You question that or think otherwise, now you've offended me
Came in the game not lookin' for a friends or a enemy
But found 'em both, now the niggas into me
Got lil' rap niggas lightin' into me
Major labels and polices wanna censor me
Feds on my ass 'cause I'm in the streets
Think I still slang, listen to lame niggas who lie to snitch on me
It ain't my fault that you can't picture me ridin' in a Phantom
Man, I swear I never fathomed all the
Fame that a nigga could gain from Atlanta
Now I'm just tryna maintain for Atlanta
Before niggas was sayin', "Atlanta"
I was Grove Park, Doug High, stayed in Atlanta
True enough, I sold yay in Atlanta
But that compared to contributions I made to Atlanta
It's 'cause I came from the bottom to the top (Why you mad at me?)
It's because I spent a hundred on the drop (Why you mad at me?)
Is it 'cause I kept it pimpin' and stayed down? (Why you mad at me?)
Or is it 'cause I am the A-Town? (That's why you mad at me)
Is it 'cause you a lame and I'm a G? (Why you mad at me?)
Is it 'cause I got love in the streets? (Why you mad at me?)
Is it 'cause you know your time runnin'
Out? (That's why you mad at me)
Is it 'cause you know I'm king of the South?
(Ayy, yo, that's why they mad at me, ayy)
Ayy, bring a reason, any reason, all excuses'll do
But man, you lucky I ain't buckin' like I used to do fools
While you was throwin' ones and twos, I was liftin' them tools
And then I'd shoot at his shoes to see if he move
Or either bust at his head and checkin' he dead, man
Don't talk around him 'cause I heard you the feds, man
They offer him time and they knowin' he scared to tell 'em
Hey, give me your name or you doin' a stretch, man
L-Y or Y, you gon' record what he said?
And then you could tell his lawyer that his client's a dead man
The racks I'm smellin', blow I ain't sellin'
Where you got that impression? Ain't no tellin'
Yes, I'm a felon, why was that in question?
What about all these records I'm sellin'?
Bankhead born and Bankhead bred
But when a nigga die, I'm gon' be Bankhead dead
It's 'cause I came from the bottom to the top (Why you mad at me?)
It's because I spent a hundred on the drop (Why you mad at me?)
Is it 'cause I kept it pimpin' and stayed down? (Why you mad at me?)
Or is it 'cause I am the A-Town? (That's why you mad at me)
Is it 'cause you a lame and I'm a G? (Why you mad at me?)
Is it 'cause I got love in the streets? (Why you mad at me?)
Is it 'cause you know your time runnin'
Out? (That's why you mad at me)
Is it 'cause you know I'm king of the South?
(Ayy, yo, that's why they mad at me, ayy)
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