Troy Ave - I Ain't Mad At Cha lyrics

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Troy Ave - I Ain't Mad At Cha lyrics

–Intro– God Forgives and I don’t Aye –Hook 2x– Better dreams of being richer Broke and with money wrote my songs and my scriptures then I got to thinkin’ Damn I miss my n***a if you ever lost somebody then say R.I.P. my n***a (R.I.P. my n***a!) –Verse 1– Real n***a die, fake n***a 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 ur 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 n***a went to court started talking like a cop 9-1-1 n***as ? but they not Even fake friends left Troy went I was shot Why these n***as ain’t put in pain went I was locked? Why these n***as leave me to take on these Glocks? –Hook– –Verse 2– Trife a wanskta actin’ like a real brother But Banga ain’t f** with cha word to my mother We had real talks went his case was getting f**ed 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 (Tax)” But he’s a rat and f** boy runnin’ its proven I should let it happen when Banga bout to boom him Boom! Boom! n***a 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 b**h You a p**y and n***as was f**ing ya b**h She left and took the baby cuz you ain’t have no chips ? put you on and you took the b**h back And when you fall off I guarantee she fall back s**a! You reminded me of that Hovain clown His baby mom f** that the n***a 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 f**ed 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 n***as 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 “f** him that n***a ain’t make us no money!” –Hook–