Why You Mad? Lyrics - Sha Prince


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You can't be asking me no questions
I'ma tell you why I'm mad
You see, I'ma tell you why I'm mad
I'ma tell you why I'm mad
These niggas five thousand hundred dollars video just sayin'
They're driving around in hot cars,
You say nigga our bitches, they got all that she ..
I'm stealing with my mom's, you know what I'm sayin?
That's my word,
I'm making records, I ain't made no money,
I ain't made, this my forth album, you know?
This my forth album.
I aint' done yet.

Hook:
So put your hands up where my eyes can see
Now yeah this a f*cking robbery,
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And now I'm making no money off a rocking the stage,
So run your jewels motherf*ckers, I'm just tryin to get paid,
When he up bitch, bitch yeah yeah
And he up bitch, bitch, yeah yeah
And now I'm making no money off for rocking the stage,
So run your cash mother f*ckers I'm just tryin to get paid,
And when he up

They say my shit typers, don't quit your day job
Dream bout behind the mask on the unidentified we grind
Put on the happy face stuffing up, you're a losing there with it,
So is everybody on this ..
Traveling to a destination of loneliness,
This man next to me must hate wearing the ..
Must be my hopeless ..so ready D,
I'm focused in the mirror like in clarity vision
And picture poisonous, he applying for positions that don't pay no fees,
And started the low rate, the flavour in your talent,
Super naughty and some critics say .. pay every .. that you leave
Never high enough from jumping off this balcony,
And hope to land the ball of my souls inside the broken concrete
While I travel these roads of mediocrity
Live another day lying living inside my fears,
Like when broke rappers call what they do the career.

Hook:
So put your hands up where my eyes can see
Now yeah this a f*cking robbery,
And now I'm making no money off a rocking the stage,
So run your jewels motherf*ckers, I'm just tryin to get paid,
When he up bitch, bitch yeah yeah
And he up bitch, bitch, yeah yeah
And now I'm making no money off for rocking the stage,
So run your cash mother f*ckers I'm just tryin to get paid,
And when he up

You gotta realize rappers ain't got benefits,
Work off commissions sales with the right pitch,
Can make a little dope when the side ..
But every time we broke rocking shows but ..
When I don't' even sip liquor, club smell like a cigarette,
Make sure of .. blind, she come on with the smoke anger inside of my eyes,
And tend the fall back, wonder why the f*ck to do this bullshit I hate that
Gun in for the tops .. it's Jay Z retire,
All this back f*cking liar, no fairies, a better writer,
There's some bullshit, can't find no room, need to fake and see,
I'm sleeping in my car with no heat and my tangle ..
Feeling irrelevant to everything that's going on,
Now I'm on your playlist never been your favourite storm,
Never gave a f*ck and I'm never on your ..
And if you ask why? Then that's a dumb question,
Back to irrelevant so just f*ck that hell of it,
Might entertainment though .. selling out to make a ..
So put your hands up where my eyes can see
No, yeah really this a robbery.



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------ 08/27/2014

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