Mad - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Stop fuckin' sayin' that you care

Stop pretendin' like that you was ever there

Bitches mad, they wanna pull my hair

I'm the typa bitch to make your bitch disappear

You don't wanna see me mad

You don't really wanna make me mad, uh

This isn't a joke, I am really sad, uh

I don't give a fuck, bitch, please don't make me mad

I don't need a squad, I do it on my own

And I don't need a family, bitch, I got my own home

I did everything on my fucking own

And that's the shit that I fuckin' own

You will never fuckin' know what it's like to live low

Everybody bragging 'bout some shit that they don't know

Talking 'bout selling like they been on the roads

If you was in the dirt then you wouldn't be talking 'bout shit like you know