KXNG Crooked, Royce da 5'9" - Truth (Why U Mad) lyrics

You gon' get a lotta' people mad
You speakin' lotta' truth
You gon' get a lotta' people mad
You speakin' lotta' truth (Why you mad?)
You gon' get a lotta' people mad
You speakin' lotta' truth (Why you mad?)
You gon' get a lotta' people mad
You speakin' lotta' truth
Oh you mad 'cause I'm stylin' on you

I gave you niggas the truth, huh? Huh?
And what'd you do with it?
You ignored it and bought a
Bunch of fairy tales, huh?
(uh, uh) you niggas losing it
I coulda' did it for the mainstream (uh, uh)
Nah, I wasn't cool with it
Truthfully, I never thought I'd
Rap like Common Sense
But I woke up my people
Been rapping like Common since
The hood is moving different
Than you envisioned
Consumerism's the new religion
There's fewer Christians and fewer Bishops
Reading them Jewish scriptures
A slew of bitches with shoe addictions
And niggas who truly risking
It all for the coupe if the roof is missing
On a foolish mission
What if I told you I knew the system
Wanted the future spending their
Youth in prison who would listen?
No time to listen to dudes who spittin'
While music's missing
Just booze and women, your jewels are drippin
But you was trippin'
Because your jewels have nothing
To do with wisdom
You stupid, ludicrous, nigga
You's a victim (Amen)
We lost souls, put that on the bible
Sell us some Jordan's
We'll be ignoring distorting
On what's important
Even though there's been a war on the poor
Before they was recording
Jordan scoring titles
Me and your survival was more than vital
They say my people are like Jelly Beans
Wait! Because nobody like the black ones
Unless it's our culture
Then they like everything wait!
I tell the truth, I get attacked, huh?
You gon' get a lotta' people mad
You speakin' lotta' truth
You gon' get a lotta' people mad
You speakin' lotta' truth (Why you mad?)
You gon' get a lotta' people mad
You speakin' lotta' truth (Why you mad?)
You gon' get a lotta' people mad
You speakin' lotta' truth
Oh you mad 'cause I'm stylin' on you

Tell the truth nigga who the
Best in this industry
If it ain't Crooked Kendrick and
Cole bitch then it's me
You only acting tough 'cause you
Sniffing coke and sippin' Hennessy
I click triggers re lentlessly
I kill rich niggas instantly
While I'm here I'm fucking
All your little bitches
All I said to that little thot was hello back
Marshall called me the best out
I called him the kettle black
I'm like Nas I'm about the check
My cars is parked in an
Underground garage like Das FX
I'm about the deposit's like I'm in
Debt 'cept I'm not in debt
I move in silence and I don't move
Inside it unless I'm
Protected like contracepts i'm a Contra-vet
Thought you got me my sign was wet
God just wept i'm the flyest yet
I'm disguised as Ness
Your brides is bare but your skies in nest
I left my deposit slip on the Gaza
Strip while I was checking my connect yes
I confess i don't rap for checks
I rap to kill rappers and for my respect
I shall let this nine go pyrotech'
Lies gon' catch up and guys get lied to rest
I confess, shit don't go right
Then I go left
We not friends, do not flinch like Tourette's
I'm on yo' head like berets
I'ma show up where you did your show last
That's gon' be yo' ass
I don't get you there I come to yo' ave
I don't get you there I come to yo' lab
Show up frontin' like I'm
Drunk with the MO-AB
I'm a seasoned Slaughter House general
Ya'll the beginners bro
If I'm starving you know I
Target your dinner bowl
I'm a part of an augmented
Envision in God's image
Part of a team that brings all the women
When I'm stepping wherever they got
To check the weather
When I'm summoning summer
Brings autumn winters
I'm too up to understand what under means
Anytime I'm coming it's humbling
To all contenders
Male or female we can bet your budget
I got asked in a interview where
Did I think I would
Be if I wasn't in this bitch
Being the best who does it
That's easy I be somewhere else being
The best who does it