Jayy Starr - How You Mad? [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Jayy Starr]

Momma taught me just how much these niggas ain't shit
How you hate, then on my tip like I ain't the same bitch
How you frontin' on my clique, like my niggas ain't rich
How you mad I'm fuckin' on, like you niggas ain't switch
I'm living better, I'm getting cheddar, this Cali weather
Got me feeling so good, I think I'm Mason Betha
I put that on my hood, yeah I put that on my setha
Ain't no exes bih, you leave me, I act like I never metcha
What the fuck, is up, got henny-henn in my cup
I'm progressing, that's a blessing
While you haters are all stuck
And I hear you talking shit, bet you think I give a fuck
You probably mad I'm moving up and ya' whole flow sucks
But I'm not one to judge, I'm 'bout getting a dollar
Twitter ain't the only place that yo' bae try to holla
I remain focused, fuck these locusts, pray that I see tomorra'
Life's a bitch and Imma pimp her, somebody pop my collar
Woo

[Hook: Jayy Starr]

How you mad? Is it 'cuz I'm on my tip, tip
Grown ass man acting like a lil' bitch, bitch
Pop off if you wanna you don't want it with my clique, clique
You gone have to kill me I ain't stoppin 'til I'm rich, rich

Tell me how you mad
How you mad, how you mad
How you mad, how you mad
How you mad at me

How you mad, how you mad
How you mad, how you mad
How you mad at me

[Verse 2: Jayy Starr]

Yeah you the shit, but strictly on the gram gotdamn
You got pics with celebrities, but baby you not them
Ain't got industry friends, just know some industry niggas
Homie I'm working, ain't tryna kick it, I'm 'bout getting figures
Go figure, soon as I got mo' figures, these broke niggas
And gold diggers, on my line like fiends to dope dealers
I'm dope nigga, a fire spitter
Do the most, that toast uh have you seeing 13 ghosts like Rah Digga
I had to do that, case these niggas forgot
That I'm these reason half these rap bitches is never gone pop
And you a bottom nigga, get it, you never on top
Gone grab a seat and watch 'cuz I'm never gone stop
I'm yelling West, West it's the Demi-Goddess
Swear my shit is classic like I play on them pianas
Gotta watch ya' step 'cuz the game full of pirahnas
But I guess the plus is I can hang out wit Rihanna

[Hook: Jayy Starr]

How you mad? Is it 'cuz I'm on my tip, tip
Grown ass man acting like a lil' bitch, bitch
Pop off if you wanna you don't want it with my clique, clique
You gone have to kill me I ain't stoppin 'til I'm rich, rich

Tell me how you mad
How you mad, how you mad
How you mad, how you mad
How you mad at me

How you mad, how you mad
How you mad, how you mad
How you mad at me

[Bridge: Jayy Starr]

How you mad
Tell how you mad at me
Is it 'cuz im living ya' fantasy
Ya' life is such a tragedy

Tell me how you mad
How you mad
How you mad
How you mad
Tell me how you mad