At This Point We Stuck
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
No shirt Lenny Kravitz, Smurkio goin' Travis
Know what I did I ain't braggin'
Feelings hurt, movin' backwards
Santa Monica's proper, wifey lookin' like an actress
Kids super Louie runway, Law Roach dressed me for the GRAMMYs
We done all had our heart brokes before, took compassion
Air-condition in the trenches, I had a cardboard in the back of it
Pull up in the Brabus, the MANSORY or a Factory
How you call me a dog? You a dog too, but to a pedigree
Why you so mad at me?
Why you so mad at me? Uh
Why you so mad at me?
'Posed to be proud of me, oh
She ain't wanna fuck with me though
She ain't want my company though
Take her straight to Tiffany & Co.
Actin' like he rich, but he broke
Wash the pill down with Tito
Why you say you mad at me though?
You the one lied to me though
Niggas wouldn't've lied to these folks
Drug head, I gotta recoil
I got you, I ain't gon' disrespect you
Still actin' shy to me though
Pedicure, manicure
If you love her, just better her
Ain't nothin' compare to her
If you hurt, can't compare the worst
I love you, I said it first
Why you so mad at me?
Why you so mad at me? Uh
Why you so mad at me?
'Posed to be proud of me, oh
Why you so mad at me?
Why you so mad at me? Uh
Why you so mad at me?
'Posed to be proud of me, oh
