Angry (Intro) lyrics

Ow, Harlem's finest
Harlem stand up
Its ya boy Max Biggaveli
Vina Love the glamorous, young and gorgeous
The hood, Marilyn Monroe
Keep holdin' it down, I love what you doin'
New York, ow, ow, ow, wavy baby

They want me to calm down
Not do too much
Let them play in my face, and I call they bluff
Don't make no noise in the room
Don't get dressed out
Give them some ass for a feature
Give them my trust
And now I'm angry
Angry
In my love, who's gonna defend me?
Tell for my own b*tch, she get crazy
Couldn't give up the fight
If you, uh, you couldn't pay me
But I hear you and you and you
Hopin' took a business
f*ckin' more than I deserve
I'm in the vibes, but I'm with the sh*t
Play with yourself and not me
I don't compete with it
Who gon' defend me if I'm that wrong?
My heart done got cold and my head gone
I needed perks, what I'm gon' do when all these meds gone?
And Bagman's gettin' closer with the feds on
If ever I was broke, was no one there to fix
Wasn't open to shoot it
There's nothin' to assist
Now I'm teachin' Kyrie lessons for her little sister
Every time that I come home, they get a little bigger
Little triggers, I done seen them put down big n*ggas
Don't know how to box braid, but they a wig splitter
Every beat, I catch the flu, sh*t, I'm a sick n*gga
In the basement, how it started, feel like Big Tigger
We six whippers, Benz kitted
Let my friends get it
Talk about it when we gone, how n*ggas live different
The steak different, drinks different, sh*t, the shrimp different
The shirt different, her purse different, we live different
From Venice to North Face, it's court cases
Kyrie and Kobe don't even know that I caught cases
Delta Airlines pay me, that's what you call racist
I'm a mature now, and I blame it on all patients

In Greece
No mess with grace
Whatever is meant
When you need me, you can
Whatever you said, I can
Watch me now, watch me now
They want me to come down
If you ever tried to play me, if you ever tried to sh*t on me
If you ever wanted to not pay me
If you ever wanted to just have me come to your sh*t
And make you look good
But you don't got nothing in return for me
Or ever talk sh*t about me or call me a D-list celebrity
But you really wanna f*ck, and if I did get lit, you'd be on my heels Don't talk to me