[Verse 1]

Gay men hit on me and I ain't mad at that

My new girl cheat on me and I ain't mad at that

My music is for free and I ain't mad at that

The government (oowee) I ain't mad at that

Shawty ask me nigga what you mad at

I ain't mad at the man stealing

Make ends meet

My nigga ask me dog what (who) you mad at

I ain't mad at the dealer

Living cross the street

I skip rocks ripple waves beneath my feet

Throwing stones only leads to more defeat

Ain't mad at the politician who stole a seat

From the guy who made it there

Crawling on both knees

Damn...

[Chorus - Bridge]

So who I'm mad at

Or am I mad at me

So who I'm mad at

Them or mad at we

[Verse 2]

Mad at the cops who drew a weapon on a kid

Plead defenseless what happens is you never miss

Pissed by the racism they breathe why do they exists

Coincidence it hasn't dropped by one percent

Abusing lifestyles fucking faiths become a myth

Choose religious war

Your donations don't ever go to shit

My pastors a hypocrite

Charities don't know how to save a life

No one mad at the human sacrifice

Say we want peace but they still taking soldiers from their wives, propaganda tells us simple lies

We're all born unified, what a simple lie

Till you cut the ties

Find out a nigga like me when he gets a little nurture

Can reach for a better purpose

Never have to feel alone and nervous

That'll I'll end up alone and deserted

You losing let me remove

Lemme revert all ya worthless

Subtract that surface

Now I'm glad, glad that you noticed

If i know where the hope is I could never ever be hopeless

I'm glad the paparazzi man took two shots to his van

Made me mad when he used my misery

To make himself look grand

Hates too strong my tears ain't enough

The logics so complex

But they'll label me up in their gossip

As the next trending topic

Stop it

Need to know when to drop it

Focus on my lil homie dropping out of college

His father beats him down like he ain't got no other option

Got my daughters with no proper fathers

To even teach em how to make a dollar

Simple things

Don't call them simple things

Ask me who I'm mad at, that ain't no simple jing

Don't ask me when I'm rich

So don't ever ask me when I'm broke

Needa ask yourself that question

That's who you need to ask the most

Nigga