i ain't mad at cha

god forgives and i don't, aye, better dreams of being richer, broke and with money wrote my songs and my scriptures then i got to thinkin', damn i miss my nigga if you ever lost somebody then say r.i.p. my nigga, better dreams of being richer, broke and with money wrote my songs and my scriptures then i got to thinkin', damn i miss my nigga if you ever lost somebody then say r.i.p. my nigga, real nigga die, fake nigga went to jail, ain't no balance i need murder on that scale, i wanna say more but the people on my trial, i gotta be cautious while i'm prepping for this trial, i sat for two months they wouldn't give your boy a bail, i sat for two months they couldn't get your boy to tell, said something he ain't my dog that's a opp, that nigga went to court started talking like a cop, 9-1-1 niggas but they not, even fake friends left troy went i was shot, why these niggas ain't put in pain went i was locked?, why these niggas leave me to take on these glocks?, better dreams of being richer, broke and with money wrote my songs and my scriptures then i got to thinkin', damn i miss my nigga if you ever lost somebody then say r.i.p. my nigga, better dreams of being richer, broke and with money wrote my songs and my scriptures then i got to thinkin', damn i miss my nigga if you ever lost somebody then say r.i.p. my nigga, trife a wanskta actin' like a real brother, but banga ain't fuck with cha word to my mother, we had real talks went his case was getting fucked, he asked for bail he said you was moral support, you seen assanova at the summer jam facts, you said who did it? he said "man it wasn't me it was ", but he's a rat and fuck boy runnin' its proven, i should let it happen when banga bout to boom him, boom! boom! nigga you been on my dick, using my ad-libs asking me to take up a flick, you was right there when i was taking a, asking murda why he ain't help why you ain't help bitch, you a pussy and niggas was fucking ya bitch, she left and took the baby cause you ain't have no chips, put you on and you took the bitch back, and when you fall off i guarantee she fall back, sucka! you reminded me of that hovain clown, his baby mom fuck that the nigga that work at food town, he beat up in the middle of her sleep, all because she got a text from produce pete, he said how this dick was i fucked you better than ya man, 400 pounds on her neck choke slam, damn! right in front of the kids, i mean its only one bedroom where y'all niggas live, is you mad that i got 6? i said let's go half, and buy lito a drop 6 and he just laughed, i said "bro what's so funny?", he said "fuck him that nigga ain't make us no money!", better dreams of being richer, broke and with money wrote my songs and my scriptures then i got to thinkin', damn i miss my nigga if you ever lost somebody then say r.i.p. my nigga, better dreams of being richer, broke and with money wrote my songs and my scriptures then i got to thinkin', damn i miss my nigga if you ever lost somebody then say r.i.p. my nigga,