Anger Managment Lyrics

(717 in this shit)

(AHG Stand Up)

(Yea)

(AHG)

(Yeah)

Fuck respect gimme that shit

Disrespect I'm giving that shit

They get mad cause I getting legit

They start to talk as soon as I spit

And if I make it they hop on my dick

And if I take it I look like a bitch

You getting scraps if I'm getting rich

You get nothing from me if you switch

I can be toxic I can be mad

I ain't do shit and got left by my dad

I got ripped from the life that I had

Didn't have time to sit and be sad

I did it anyway like a little wimp

Fuck my heart I hope it goes limp

Fuck you bitch I can't be a simp

Soon as I dress up they call me a pimp

Soon as I make it they call me a homie

Fuck you bitches you full of bologna

They want a slice like it's pepperoni

Making me boil ain't no rigatoni

Making me mad is what you expect

Give you a finger instead of respect

Give you reason to aim at my neck

Then take your reason to reason my threat

Give me a reason to even attend

A funeral for whom is alive in the end

Head is so filled it cannot pretend

Me and my father we really do blend

Give me a reason to even attend

A funeral for whom is alive in the end

Head is so filled it cannot pretend

Me and my father we really do blend

Get so angry I'm suffocated

Get so real I'm underrated

Most my family unrelated

I've said lyrics my mother hated

I've said lyrics my teachers question

They think that I have aggression

I think that I have depression

But this rap is my suppression

I gotta rap to unclench my fist

I gotta rap to not be so pissed

I gotta rap to even exist

I gotta rap to have an interest

I seem so sweet but yet so bitter

I was so innocent as a young critter

Now I start sweating and I start to jitter

Anger it fuels me I can't be a quitter

Quitters get nothing I pray to the grind

I get it now fuck taking my time

Can't be a beggar who's shaking for dimes

Can't be a bitch who relies on my crimes

It would make me mad it would make me sicker

I'm cold as ice and my road gets slicker

I am a fuse and I'm reaching me ticker

Big Booty Judy I need that bitch thicker

Give me a reason to even attend

A funeral for whom is alive in the end

Head is so filled I cannot pretend

Me and my father we really do blend

Give me a reason to even attend

A funeral for whom is alive in the end

Head is so filled it cannot pretend

Me and my father we really do blend

(Me and my father we really do blend)

(Me and my father we really do blend)