What You Mad At

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Dave East

David Brewster Jr. (born June 3, 1988), better known by his stage name Dave East, is an American rapper from Harlem, New York. He gained attention in 2014 from his mixtape Black Rose. Since the release of his mixtape, East has been signed to rapper Nas' label Mass Appeal Records and has made a number of guest appearances. In 2016, East was chosen as part of the XXL magazine's 2016 Freshman Class. In September 2016, he signed to Def Jam Recordings. more »

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2019

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Yeah, yeah, yo
I'm sick of all these directional-ass rappin'-ass niggas (uh, yo)
You know what I'm sayin'?
You got West in the shit, now we got this East nigga (yo, yo, you, you hatin')
Get the f*ck outta here, man, for real (Dave East is hot, he hot)
What kind of shit is this, man? (He hot, son, Harlem nigga, I f*ck with 'em)
I'ma get my own rappers, nigga (yeah) like Mike North or somethin', you know what I'm sayin'?
Down South Black or somethin', you know what I mean?
These directional-ass niggas (ah, nigga, you ain't got no money, nigga, Nas signed 'em, for real)
Man, I don't give a f*ck, man, who cares, man? (Yeah, he hot, he Def Jam, for real)
He ain't signed no basketball team, nigga, the nigga 6'4", nigga (ah, you a hater, bitches like that)
Sign 'em to the CBA or somethin', nigga (for real)
This rap shit is over, man, for real, man, for real (aw, nah, nah, nah)
I'm angry, I'm angry (why you mad, son?)
I'm just sayin', son, my shit is still Stanley steamin', you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm still the Johnniest of 'em all, fam
This nigga here, man, I don't even get it, I just
I'm mad, son, I'm mad

Tell me, what the f*ck is you mad at?
I came up from nothin' and got it, f*ck is you mad at?
I never got to see it, I need it, I never had that
We all go the same twenty-four hours, what you mad at?
Tell me, what the f*ck is you mad at?
I came up from nothin' and got it, f*ck is you mad at?
I never got to see it, I need it, I never had that
We all go the same twenty-four hours, what you mad at?

You never went to school with weapons in your backpack
Walkin' through the halls like, "Yeah, I had that"
I'm just tryna backtrack and understand what these niggas so mad at
Tryna cop a dime, I ain't had five, I couldn't match that
My waist was where the strap usually was stashed at
A boss gon' put that paper on your shit, bump like a snapback
You never was my man, reach out your hand, I ain't gon' dap that
You hate me, but you see me, like, "Yo, Dave, get on my Snapchat"
I never wanted to be like you niggas, always looked past that
So eager, nobody knew me neither, f*ck you so mad at?
I could still slide through the spots that I used to trap at
I was taught to get it and ask, "The f*ck is the cash at?"

Tell me, what the f*ck is you mad at?
I came up from nothin' and got it, f*ck is you mad at?
I never got to see it, I need it, I never had that
We all go the same twenty-four hours, what you mad at?
Tell me, what the f*ck is you mad at?
I came up from nothin' and got it, f*ck is you mad at?
I never got to see it, I need it, I never had that
We all go the same twenty-four hours, what you mad at?

This shit is more than entertainment
My daughter got me changin', keep my lawyer on retainer
Nobody knew my name, I was performin' like I'm famous
So far from the top, but I still saw it from the basement
The shit I spoke about is embedded, you can't erase it
Had never drove a foreign before, I just want to race it
How you plan to hit the next level? Don't know the basics
I talk to God then talk to the devil, my life is dangerous

(Survival)

I know why you mad, nigga
I know why you mad
I know why you mad, nigga
I know why you mad
I know why you mad

I know why you mad, nigga
I made gold out of trash, nigga
I only hit the club for a bag, nigga
I know why you mad, nigga
Misery love company, will not be no sad nigga
Born with it, I act just like my dad, nigga
Pack flipper, no ass-kisser, I'm that nigga
They don't love you 'til you die, you can keep your congrats, nigga
Look you dead in your eye, can't disguise that you're mad, nigga
This life been hard, we ain't have many reasons to laugh, nigga
Put your work in, the NBA don't just draft niggas
Lead and never follow, go create your own path, nigga
Fresh out the cell to a V12, blow right past niggas
I worked too hard to be a broke-ass nigga
Lost with no hope ass-nigga
Ran out of favors, so just don't ask, nigga
Don't ask me shit you know you won't ask Jigga
I was on Hov Ave bitter
Face unfamiliar, I don't know that nigga
If it ain't pressure, I don't roll that, nigga
You live off throwback pictures
Reminiscin' on the times when you had it
Talkin' how you had a Benz and you survived when you crashed it
Scared? Go to church or see who read the bible the fastest
The youth lost, they won't acknowledge a master
They just reply to you faster
Everybody used to go but I ran out of them passes
Surrounded by ghosts and I don't know Casper
I know why you mad, I'm about to own all of my masters
Canada, I'm comin' soon, I'm tryna glow up my passport
This is me, build a empire and we can split the fee
I ain't charge 'em, I was gettin' shit for free
Regardless, I'ma eat
I know why you mad, nigga
It's funny what the money do, just know that I laugh, nigga

I know why you mad
I know why you mad, nigga
I know why you mad
I know why you mad
I know why you mad, nigga
I know why you mad

Yeah, simple math
They got the bitches, they got the money, they got the cars, they got the crib
They travelin' 'round the world, they smokin' that exotic
Shit, if I was you, I'd be mad, too

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