"Mad At My Self" lyrics
Michigan Meech & Baby Smoove Lyrics
I ain't gon' lie, that cup saved my life
I don't even know
I been mad at myself, like how I'm mad I woke up?
I been mad at myself, my son know I keep a gun
I was mad at myself 'cause I let them hoes see me
Knowin' they lame as hell, no wonder that nigga wanna be me
I know that you know that I ain't never had a deal
I know you know I'm rich as hell, I [?] like formin' meals
If you ain't know, then now you know that I'm insane without the pills
If you ain't know, I bet you knew that I'd pop your ass for real
I'm ashamed of myself, but not ashamed of my actions
I'm countin' times you tried to argue, shit, to me, that's ass-backwards
I'm a real life down I get offended by a rapper
They'd do it, but for pape', they'd do it a little faster
And don't ask me 'bout no nigga that you never seen me with
'Cause I feel like you bein' messy, now I see you as a bitch
They treated me like shit, they said that I ain't have a hit
And that same label callin' me right now, suck a dick
I can show you how to do two million with no playlists
I can show you how to get ten phones just off one brick (Swear to God)
I can show you how to get a loan, 'long as you split it (I swear to God)
I got a different type of money, they can't move me off my pit (I swear to God)
How you mad I can't trust shit when you the reason?
And that money by my side, I know it's never leavin'
And I'd never ever make you feel like I need you
When I get mad I never let 'em see my evil
And how I answer to the drugs when they can really work for me?
Like, how I let you break my heart? Shit, I was down to my knees
Like, how I let a bitch break me down? Shit, I couldn't sleep
It's like I had the stomach flu, 'cause I ain't even wanna eat
Swear to God, I told Meech, "I'm gettin' rich on these beats" (I did)
They don't know how that pain go, I swear it run deep
And I know I hate pills, but when I'm low, who helped me?
And I don't be lookin' for no bitches, swear to God, they find me (They do)
My niggas with me in the Lamb', I used to pick them up in [?]
I got like eight bitches, I ain't never fucked, just got the head
I just made eight million, got me feelin' like I'm special ed (Dumb as hell)
You better fuck me like that nigga you be fuckin' in my head
I remember hittin' the road, now a nigga really got it
Really rich, put me in a Rolls Royce, like I'm Roddy
They could offer mom a lot, she never tell about that body
I suicide before I ever rat, I can't allow it
Blue diamonds for everybody rollin' with Lil' dude
We don't claim the same shit, I was rich by twenty-two
I watch niggas come alive soon as I hit the booth
See, what I'm sayin' is, when niggas got indicted, where was you?
(Michigan Meech)
I don't even know
I been mad at myself, like how I'm mad I woke up?
I been mad at myself, my son know I keep a gun
I was mad at myself 'cause I let them hoes see me
Knowin' they lame as hell, no wonder that nigga wanna be me
I know that you know that I ain't never had a deal
I know you know I'm rich as hell, I [?] like formin' meals
If you ain't know, then now you know that I'm insane without the pills
If you ain't know, I bet you knew that I'd pop your ass for real
I'm ashamed of myself, but not ashamed of my actions
I'm countin' times you tried to argue, shit, to me, that's ass-backwards
I'm a real life down I get offended by a rapper
They'd do it, but for pape', they'd do it a little faster
And don't ask me 'bout no nigga that you never seen me with
'Cause I feel like you bein' messy, now I see you as a bitch
They treated me like shit, they said that I ain't have a hit
And that same label callin' me right now, suck a dick
I can show you how to do two million with no playlists
I can show you how to get ten phones just off one brick (Swear to God)
I can show you how to get a loan, 'long as you split it (I swear to God)
I got a different type of money, they can't move me off my pit (I swear to God)
How you mad I can't trust shit when you the reason?
And that money by my side, I know it's never leavin'
And I'd never ever make you feel like I need you
When I get mad I never let 'em see my evil
And how I answer to the drugs when they can really work for me?
Like, how I let you break my heart? Shit, I was down to my knees
Like, how I let a bitch break me down? Shit, I couldn't sleep
It's like I had the stomach flu, 'cause I ain't even wanna eat
Swear to God, I told Meech, "I'm gettin' rich on these beats" (I did)
They don't know how that pain go, I swear it run deep
And I know I hate pills, but when I'm low, who helped me?
And I don't be lookin' for no bitches, swear to God, they find me (They do)
My niggas with me in the Lamb', I used to pick them up in [?]
I got like eight bitches, I ain't never fucked, just got the head
I just made eight million, got me feelin' like I'm special ed (Dumb as hell)
You better fuck me like that nigga you be fuckin' in my head
I remember hittin' the road, now a nigga really got it
Really rich, put me in a Rolls Royce, like I'm Roddy
They could offer mom a lot, she never tell about that body
I suicide before I ever rat, I can't allow it
Blue diamonds for everybody rollin' with Lil' dude
We don't claim the same shit, I was rich by twenty-two
I watch niggas come alive soon as I hit the booth
See, what I'm sayin' is, when niggas got indicted, where was you?
(Michigan Meech)
