Stik Figa - The Book of Chad lyrics

(Intro) Why are you so mad? It just seem like you real angry You know why? I'm mad because er'body on these records lying [...] (Verse) See, shawty ask yo be county Just might be where you round me Yeah, they doubt me and climb me Overlooking, don't grind me Keep them s**as around me I'm just out for the bounty Plan to take what I want Not just what lay allow me I got my eyes on the outtie Wood shaw wood on the wheel Ain't got no itch on the seat sponsored links Why do yo wood be fo' real? Might have coughed out yo nieshe So see, I'm good on the deal Release my freedom of speech Haters just look and conceal Like he got this and got that He got all that I have Just a few months ago I was loosin' my dad Open heart soldiery Had a triple bipa** In time he could have been gone It ain't no callin' him back So boy, you keep to yo self Cause I ain't seekin' no help See, his family and this music all a n***a got left And I can't be sellin' them out For a bigga car or a house You keep that skrill in yo pocket Cause I been dealin' with doubt, you b**hes (Verse) I'd rather please you than tease you Please don't make me decease you Well then, instead of having you dead I'd rather lyrically beat you Maybe then I might teach you All that hatin' won't feed you See, you ain't sell no records, you hardly movin' a needle I hope I'm bruisin' yo ego I hope I'm hurtin' yo feelings Can't stand like a man and look in the eyes of your cheerin' Just know I ain't like the playdrops removin' the ceiling When I plan on makin' the k**, I plan on makin' the k**in' I hear this, I hear that, I hear lies in yo rap But how you be in yo trap, and how you hood's how I rap But I know none of that's that, you fabricated yo past The last time I heard shaw unreal play like gangster black Adversaries, I flat on, fat pockets, I fat on Gold and silver might be nearer, but we plannin' on platinum You pinchin' up on the strip, you know what it is Stik don' do, and that ain't di, but that ain't mean I ain't do You b**hes (Verse) You see, back in the day, I was rappin' the same Rap and attack, put the track on the table Attachin' the paint I was happy to scrape Half of the scratch for the cats with the yay It's faster than Mac, I'll attack you like spray Your lies are a spat and the laugh of the game That to the pace of the rats in the race Gonna have me some thangs and have me some rings Grab, but I can't put the mask on my face Bands get praised and I'm left with the hate Trapped in the base, but I'd rather debate They hack each shack with a edgy grenade I'm back in the lab, gonna pa** my grade ? Had to betray what I had to betray H, gonna dash inthe game When back in the day I was captain of the lane The cats and the planes never asked for fame Go at every chance that I had in my brain x2 I do my thang like (Peace out and ride like a plane) (If it's to the sea, to the TOP)