Angry (Intro)

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 bitch, 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 Fuckin' more than I deserve I'm in the vibes, but I'm with the shit 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 niggas Don't know how to box braid, but they a wig splitter Every beat, I catch the flu, shit, I'm a sick nigga 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 niggas live different The steak different, drinks different, shit, 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 shit on me If you ever wanted to not pay me If you ever wanted to just have me come to your shit And make you look good But you don't got nothing in return for me Or ever talk shit about me or call me a D-list celebrity But you really wanna fuck, and if I did get lit, you'd be on my heels Don't talk to me