I Ain’t Mad At You lyrics

[Intro: Jay Marie]

I ain't mad at you, no
I ain't mad at you, no
Why you mad at me?
Why you mat at me?

[Verse 1: Quilly]

I keep droppin' back to back cuz the fans want me
I rap and trap, I just want my bands husky
I ran off on the plug, now he can't trust me
I gotta line on the loud, crackers can't hush me
I got my hands on that white boy; Sandusky
I'm too legit to quit, haters can't touch me
My raps coming like Revelations, you can't rush me
Own a 100% of my publishing, you can't f*ck me
f*ck it, my feature price out your budget
My flows mean, I mix it clean wit (?)
I got so many beans in my jeans, I can't tuck it
I can eat Felipe's for weeks, n*gga it's nothin'
Medallion cut steak, Lobster cake wit the stuffing
Chicken sauteed, she keep askin' me for Nuggets
I should of left your ass in the hood and let you struggle
My youngin' on them Footballs, waiten for you to fumble
Quilly been wavy, them b*tches follow the puddle
My 50s fell in love wit the 100s, I let em cuddle
I'll rob my pop before I see my mom struggle
I seen a bird fly, I seen a 9 bubble
2 Ninas rockin' your boat, they're not Aaliyah
My lil cousin (?) wit the sh*t like Diarrhea
White Jag, Black insides; Jungle Fever
Shots leave you Holy like Yeezy season; no Adidas
Compact 40, 30 in this big pound
Poppin' like Chris Brown, then I split; James Brown
Quarter brick, I'ma need a 1,000 baggies
You'll be lifted like a Uber and be higher than a Taxi
n*ggas' hatin on me? I ain't mad at you
When them shots Kriss-Koss, you'll be ass backwards
Haha, I just left at you
I saw my ex lookin' stressed, threw some cash at her
[Hook: Jay Marie]

I ain't mad at you, no
I ain't mad at you, no
Why you mad at me?
Why you mad at me?

[Verse 2: Quilly]

My mom was on crack, my pop was on coke
My uncle on dope, my auntie still smoke
My grandma died, that's when the family lost hope
I dropped out of school, I had white like the Pope
White man can't jump, black man won't vote
I got a whore pregant, and aborted like nope
She brush her teeth with my di*k
And gargle nut like scope, I'm bout to floss on these hoes
17 (?)
I had my brother's jeans on
I had my cousin's sneaks on
Them light skin bad b*tches used to tell me "dream on"
I was just about to stop, somethin' told me "keep goin"
I was bummy; basquiat, somethin' told me "keep drawning'
I got them junkies cliff hangin'
Got them smokers rock climbin'
Put pressure on these n*ggas', buss out wit a diamond
(?) goofy like Skreech, that's perfect timing
I hit her from the back, she singin' like Frankie Lymon
You cross the line, stay there, n*ggas' bought that
I'm sippin' Hi-Tech, throwin' chalk back
You ain't got the answers like Sway, but I'm Iverson
Quilly got that straight drop flow
You n*ggas' Vitaplan
The coke got them smokers slim like they dieting
I'm from the mud, I came out clean like (?)
Dam, they still mad at me
I saw my man lookin' off; threw some cash at em
[Hook: Jay Marie]

I ain't mad at you
Why you mad at me, me me?
Why you mad at me?
I ain't mad at you