At This Point We Stuck

(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) No shirt Lenny Kravitz, Smurkio goin' Travis Know what I did I ain't braggin' Feelings hurt, movin' backwards Santa Monica's proper, wifey lookin' like an actress Kids super Louie runway, Law Roach dressed me for the GRAMMYs We done all had our heart brokes before, took compassion Air-condition in the trenches, I had a cardboard on the back of it Pull up in the Brabus, the MANSORY or a Factory How you call me a dog? You a dog too, but to a pedigree Why you so mad at me? Why you so mad at me? Uh Why you so mad at me? 'Posed to be proud of me, oh She ain't wanna fuck with me though She ain't want my company though Take her straight to Tiffany & Co. Actin' like he rich, but he broke Wash the pill down with Tito Why you say you mad at me though? You the one lied to me though Niggas wouldn't latch to these hopes Drunk head, I gotta recoup I got you, I ain't gon' disrespect you Still actin' shy to me though Pedicure, manicure If you love her, just better her Ain't nothin' compare to her If you hurt, can't compare the worst I love you, I said it first Why you so mad at me? Why you so mad at me? Uh Why you so mad at me? 'Posed to be proud of me, oh Why you so mad at me? Why you so mad at me? Uh Why you so mad at me? 'Posed to be proud of me, oh --- At This Point We Stuck - Lil Durk