Mad

[Intro: Rapsody]

Ooh, they gon’ be mad

They gon’ be big mad

Tell ‘em why you mad son

(Why you always gotta be so mad)

[Verse 1: Rapsody]

You gettin’ on my nerves a bit

Told me one thing I found out that weren’t so accurate (mad)

You drove my car, ain’t put no gas in it

One on one until you sleepy

But the boys holla you out til 6 nigga, you Dracula (mad)

Oh, oh ok you actin’ up

Yea I’m big mad after I vent though I’m good afterwards (mad)

Black love they still attackin’ us

Tellin’ us how to feel and react

Chill, you ain’t as black as us (mad)

Wait a minute watch your tone with me

Don’t come for the throne

Remember youngin’ you ain’t grown as me (mad)

Dot called me for a feature spot

You felt you shoulda been the one so you treat me funny

Now I gotchu (mad)

Like when I’m trippin’ and emotional

He mad I read too deep in things and complicate what’s simple (mad)

Mo, you mad?

I don’t listen like I should at times

Confusin’ you with dubs and lames

He said look girl, man man [?]

Some others made we make more money

Your single hot but my whole album hot we make more from it

(Now tell ‘em why you're mad son)

Yea tell ‘em why you mad son

Cause the boss man’s wife’s sister’s sample is what I’m rapping on?

Jamla is the squad and Roc Nation still the family man

You mad you just a family guy, watching real families man

They mad the First Family love me, President say he a fan

They mad a black man is the best president that we ever had

(Where’d your love go?) Tell ‘em why you mad son

(Where’d your love go?) T-tell ‘em why you mad son

(Where’d your love) Tell ‘em why you mad son

(Baby, baby, baby) Tell ‘em tell ‘em

(Why you always gotta be so mad)

[Verse 2: Rapsody]

Let me tell you why I’m mad son

It’s 2016 and Black brothers still harassed dumb

They took The Cosby Show off air son

Bill might be in question but Heathcliff done saved us all, nigga

'Bout some stars and some stripes

Cause some lines bein’ crossed and stars sayin’ it ain’t right now you (mad)

They mad we speakin’ super loud now

And money can’t buy us, naw, we ain’t the type to bow down, ya (mad)

I’mma take a bow now

And y’all can respect every Black and Brown one that wear a crown, ya (mad)

I call my EP Crown, huh

Yo, “who she think she is” is tryna represent for y’all, some (mad)

But y’all ain’t secure in your position

Hurt dogs holla, that’s some old folks wisdom, niggas (mad)

That we made it through the gate for free

Jay and Khaled ain’t the only ones I see that got the keys