Tell Me What They Mad For Lyrics

Come around the hood, see us eatin’ good lookin’ good

Tell me what they mad for

You should be on the radio, soundin’ like I made a million dollars

Tell me what they mad for

Tell me what they mad for

Girl tell me what they mad for

Tell me what they mad for

If you sellin’ all the records and you f..ckin’ all the bitches

And you sit atop of charts and you livin’ out your wishes

With your chains all smothered and your watches all glittered

And your ghost and your phantoms all comin’ home to visit

With your baby mama f..cking every rapper in the business

Niggas saying you was better when the drugs was in your system

Now your crack swag gone ever since you came from prison

Got you tweeting all stupid, is you skatin’, is you dissin’

Found out your ghost leased and your phantom just rented

Won’t leave it in your name like pac when he went missing

Makaveli lives on so I’m riding on you bitches