Trae Tha Truth, INK - I Ain’t Mad at Ya lyrics
[Trae Tha Truth, INK - I Ain’t Mad at Ya lyrics]
I ain't mad at ya, doin what you gotta do
I ain't mad at ya
Standin home at the school
I ain't mad at ya, mouths to feed
And bills to pay i ain't mad at ya
It's gonna be a better day
What's been happenin with you, homie
You look like you been stressin
Tryna make change
But not excepted is what I'm guessin
The ones you love the most not there
You gotta listen
Devil playing quarterback in the
Simptoms of bliss
Know that Bentley you had from 9 to 5
In the hood got you locked up
Used to run the block
But now half the block got shot down
Baby all the way
It's gonna be fucked up if you don't grind
Dreams to fly away, but that ain't work
So you got crime on top of that
I hear you thinkin bout goin to school
And pick up on things that aren't
Bout a pack and a tool i feel you, lil homie
Whatever the best for you, that's
What you gotta do, homie
Hold you down, gonna support you
Ain't no doubt about it when you crash
I'm the first to say you ain't bout it
Funny situation
But it's up to you to hop out it
Lead the way like it's real
Just hope he don't forget bout it
I ain't mad at ya, doin what you gotta do
I ain't mad at ya
Standin home at the school
I ain't mad at ya, mouths to feed
And bills to pay i ain't mad at ya
It's gonna be a better day
Being wreckless never was you
Who am I to judge
Know this shit ain't easy for you
What it does to ya
You never had intentions on switchin
Just tryna fix it
Buildin yourself to get back in the mix
I ain't mad at ya, I heard you got a girl
Now you wanna lock it down
Even if it mean other women
Won't come back around
I was comin here to see you
Standin on your own two
What's the point of livin
When what you livins not you
I heard you was in Holliwood
Cause you got off the corner
But you know that if you
Take that back again, you's a goner
It's number three when they see you
You goin ride it out
You don't remember all them nights of pain
You cried it out
I'm blastin the ox, never missin these stops
Opertoonity knocks, gonna get out the box
Iether way, I'm still proud of ya
You still fightin, homie
When they doubted ya, homie
I ain't mad at ya, doin what you gotta do
I ain't mad at ya
Standin home at the school
I ain't mad at ya, mouths to feed
And bills to pay i ain't mad at ya
It's gonna be a better day
I ain't mad at ya
Standin home at the school
I ain't mad at ya, mouths to feed
And bills to pay i ain't mad at ya
It's gonna be a better day
What's been happenin with you, homie
You look like you been stressin
Tryna make change
But not excepted is what I'm guessin
The ones you love the most not there
You gotta listen
Devil playing quarterback in the
Simptoms of bliss
Know that Bentley you had from 9 to 5
In the hood got you locked up
Used to run the block
But now half the block got shot down
Baby all the way
It's gonna be fucked up if you don't grind
Dreams to fly away, but that ain't work
So you got crime on top of that
I hear you thinkin bout goin to school
And pick up on things that aren't
Bout a pack and a tool i feel you, lil homie
Whatever the best for you, that's
What you gotta do, homie
Hold you down, gonna support you
Ain't no doubt about it when you crash
I'm the first to say you ain't bout it
Funny situation
But it's up to you to hop out it
Lead the way like it's real
Just hope he don't forget bout it
I ain't mad at ya, doin what you gotta do
I ain't mad at ya
Standin home at the school
I ain't mad at ya, mouths to feed
And bills to pay i ain't mad at ya
It's gonna be a better day
Being wreckless never was you
Who am I to judge
Know this shit ain't easy for you
What it does to ya
You never had intentions on switchin
Just tryna fix it
Buildin yourself to get back in the mix
I ain't mad at ya, I heard you got a girl
Now you wanna lock it down
Even if it mean other women
Won't come back around
I was comin here to see you
Standin on your own two
What's the point of livin
When what you livins not you
I heard you was in Holliwood
Cause you got off the corner
But you know that if you
Take that back again, you's a goner
It's number three when they see you
You goin ride it out
You don't remember all them nights of pain
You cried it out
I'm blastin the ox, never missin these stops
Opertoonity knocks, gonna get out the box
Iether way, I'm still proud of ya
You still fightin, homie
When they doubted ya, homie
I ain't mad at ya, doin what you gotta do
I ain't mad at ya
Standin home at the school
I ain't mad at ya, mouths to feed
And bills to pay i ain't mad at ya
It's gonna be a better day