Eric G - Mad lyrics

[Intro] Ooh, they gon' be mad They gon' be big mad Tell ‘em why you mad son [Verse 1] You gettin' on my nerves a bit Told me one thing I found out that weren't so accurate 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 n***a You Dracula Oh, ok you actin' up Yea I'm big mad after I vent though I'm good afterwards, huh Black love they still attackin' us Tellin' us how to feel and react, chill, you ain't as black as us Wait a minute watch your tone with me Don't come for the throne, remember youngin' you ain't grown as me Dot called me a feature spot You felt you shoulda been the one so you treat me funny Nah I gotchu Like when I'm trippin' and emotional He mad I read too deep in things and complicate what's simple Mo, you mad? I don't listen like I should at times Confusin' you with dubs and lames He said look girl, your man [look tired?] Some others made we make more money Your single hot but my whole album hot, we make more from it (Now tell ‘em your 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's 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 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 go?) Tell ‘em why you mad son (Baby, baby, baby) Tell ‘em tell ‘em [Verse 2] Let me tell you why I'm mad son It's 2016 and Black brothers still hara**ed dumb They took The Cosby Show off air son Bill might be in question but Heath, Clift done saved us all Bout some stars and some stripes Cause some lines bein' crossed and stars sayin' it ain't right now you 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, so (mad) But y'all ain't secure in your position Hurt dogs holla, that's some old folks wisdom, n***as (mad) That we made it through the gate for free Jay and Khaled ain't the only ones I see that got the keys