Why You Mad At Me?

[Verse 1] Remember late nights earn stripes serving straight white Talk shit slapbox clear into the day light Might fuss may fight but stay tight Keep what the J need 'fore the lighter hit the base pipe If the trap was the ocean or the sea You could consider me and them the killa whales and great whites Before a nigga tried to click it make them think twice Cause they knew Cap would kill a nigga 'fore you blink twice They right. I'm reciting my life Nigga I was there no matter what: through sirens, on a silent night Cold Sundays, slow Mondays, hot Friday nights Tuesday, Thursdays, serving whether or not they ride tonight On peaceful days, hostile evenings, even violent nights Chip on my shoulder, hold a grudge -- cause you can die tonight I swear you niggas have no idea what my life was like Before the bright lights and a half a mil just to grab the mic [Hook] Is it cause I came from the bottom to the top Why you mad at me? Maybe cause I Spent a hundred on a drop Why you mad at me? Is it cause I kept it pimping and stayed down Why you mad at me? Or is it cause I am the A-Town Why you mad at me? Is cause you a lame and I'm a "G" Why you mad at me? Is it cause I got love in the streets Why you mad at me? Is cause you know your time running out Why you mad at me? Is it cause you know I'm King of the South [Verse 2] Niggas mad cause I got it like this Gold on my wrist hoes on my dick, my dick But I could give a fuck about this industry I'm a be the same Tip til the end of me That's something you know automatically if you a friend of me You question that or think other wise now you've offended me I came in this game not looking for a friend or enemy Found them both now that niggas in to me Got little rap niggas lighting into me Major labels and police want to censor me Feds on my ass cause I'm in the streets Think I still slang, listen to lame niggas who lie to snitch on me It ain't my fault that you can't picture me Riding in a Phantom. Man I swear I never fathomed All the fame that a nigga can gain from Atlanta Now I'm just trying to maintain for Atlanta Before niggas was saying Atlanta I was Grove Park, Doug High -- I stayed in Atlanta Now true enough I sold yay in Atlanta But what is that compared to contributions I made to Atlanta? [Hook] [Verse 3] Ay pick a reason any reason all excuses'll do But man you lucky I ain't bucking like I used to do fools While you was throwing one's and two's I was lifting up tools and then Shoot at his shoes just to see if he move Or either bust at his head to check if he dead man Don't talk around him cause I heard he the fed's man They offer him time and they knowing he scared and tell him "Give me they names or you doing the stretch man Or wear a wire go record what he said." And then you can tell his lawyer that his clients a dead man A rat I'm smelling. Blow? I ain't selling Where you got that impression? Ain't no telling Yes I'm a felon, why was that in question? What about all these records I'm selling? I'm Bankhead born and Bankhead bred And when a nigga die I'm gone be Bankhead dead