The Final Answer - You Can Get Mad

You could get mad homie
Because you got caught in the game
You could get mad homie
Because you’re exposed,
Now you’re looking shame,
But if you’re mad homie,
Then homie I understand,
And if you’re mad,
Then homie say that then.
My people know what I am saying.

Been through it all y’all,
I guess I’ve had my share of the struggle,
To be successful, damn my ass had to hustle,
Didn’t want to be sitting in the house,
On the couch, like my cousins and brothers,
I say these things and it’s ok because I love you.
Ain’t nothing for love for my dogs,
It’s about respect, we’re out here breaking our necks,
One day I’ll buy and escalade or a Lexus,
Put my house on cribs, so when you see me,
It will be different than it was from the start,
I had a vision and I took it to heart.
Look at all the things I done bought,
It’s powerful because at one time I couldn’t make it,
I tried to front, the people knew I was faking,
And now I’m taking vacations,
In other lands away from the mother land,
Fly first class on my flights,
Not for business but other plans.
You’ve got to focus soldier,
I told you it would come down to this,
I know you’re struggling but you act like you’re rich,
My people all dressed up, iced out,
Diamonds bling in their mouths,
Shine like the sun with they be repping the south.
You really don’t expect the unexpected people,
Until it happens to y’all.
I’ve seen the damage, it’s a drastic little fall.
I’ll tell you how it is,
I’ve seen the type of stress these situations can cause,
As for respect I tip my hat to you dogs,
You could be mad at me dog.

You could get mad homie
Because you got caught in the game
You could get mad homie
Because you’re exposed,
Now you’re looking shame,
But if you’re mad homie,
Then homie I understand,
And if you’re mad,
Then homie say that then.
My people know what I am saying.
You could get mad homie,
But that stuff don’t matter to me,
Guess its ok, you came up faster than me,
What I'm saying, you could get mad homie,
And blame it all on the struggle,
But it’s the same because we all had to hustle.

People gone, still trying to love you,
Though you’re full of the bullshit,
equipped nines and revolvers,
Simi guns I can pull quick,
People got love y’all, we’re close,
Back in the hood, the people respect us,
Ain’t nothing to hide, so ain’t no need, trying to check us.
I put these things in my letters,
Flip mode like Busta, and now they all wonder,
How Rob’s managed to make it rumble like thunder.
Off top, I am never going under,
I’ve got a mission, I keep it real with myself,
I put it down for my family, I’ve got to live for myself.
Homie please don’t be a coward dog,
Because cowards get handled,
Even the bodyguards in charge gets dismantled.
Since Big was rocking the flannel,
We healed it down,
Took a step now we’re gone clown,
It’s really sad homie, ain’t no need to frown.
Been doing these things for a while,
It’s hard to smile, somehow I know I’ma make it,
I keep the faith when things get hectic I take it.
And I’ve been stressing a lot,
Figured things would change when I left those blocks,
But it’s the same, it’s like the drama don’t stop.
I tell the just call the cops,
I guess we’re doing well because we’re dodging jail,
People be hatting but I am on the right trail.
Only god suppose to judge us,
Because folk change faces,
Wanting to run up and hug us,
But we see through them,
Because we know they don’t love us,
You can be mad at me dog.

You could get mad homie
Because you got caught in the game
You could get mad homie
Because you’re exposed,
Now you’re looking shame,
But if you’re mad homie,
Then homie I understand,
And if you’re mad,
Then homie say that then.
My people know what I am saying.
You could get mad homie,
But that stuff don’t matter to me,
Guess its ok, you came up faster than me,
What I'm saying, you could get mad homie,
And blame it all on the struggle,
But it’s the same because we all had to hustle.

See right now I am kind of sober,
But later on, I know I’ll be high,
I’ll smoke a black and blow the smoke in the sky.
Guess I’ll be stressing for life,
Because when you come up, people will try to run up,
Come with me and watch come people get done up.
Recking shop just for fun bro, is the motto we life by,
And all I’ve got is my fam,
So if you mess up, you will die.
Trying to do the right thing,
But it ain’t easy, it’s hectic, they view it as weakness,
Most people in the streets don’t respect it.
They screaming Rob but I am on stage,
I am doing my thing, I swear to god I can’t stop it,
I told them, beware of the albums I am dropping.
I really don’t give a care,
What nobody thinks because it’s all about me,
Until I return to the streets to be G.
These people hating on me already y’all,
And I ain’t started with this,
They talk that noise, then mess around and get hit.
I am hitting a lick, I’ve got to make it y’all,
I tell them bro, it ain’t no mistaking,
I drop this here and now the whole nations shaking.
I am doing my own thing,
I can’t stop it if I tried bro, I guess I’ll still flo,
But I am some guy that these cowards say they don’t know.
I am doing my own thing, I couldn’t stop it bro,
These people want to hang but can’t touch this,
They talk that noise but they know they can’t touch this,
And you can hate on me dog.

You could get mad homie
Because you got caught in the game
You could get mad homie
Because you’re exposed,
Now you’re looking shame,
But if you’re mad homie,
Then homie I understand,
And if you’re mad,
Then homie say that then.
My people know what I am saying.
You could get mad homie,
But that stuff don’t matter to me,
Guess its ok, you came up faster than me,
What I'm saying, you could get mad homie,
And blame it all on the struggle,
But it’s the same because we all had to hustle.

Written by:
CARL DACARIOUS NELSON

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