Don't Get Mad Video (MV)

I know what I'm sayin'
Quan did it again
Just keep it real with yourself, man
It's just a motherf*ckin' start
Big Bands Entertainment, Nigga
Mama always tellin' me, Quan, you livin' too fast
Choppa with extended mags, finna leave that lil' boy flat
I ain't talkin' Usain, you know I'm racin' for that cash
When I get signed, you know I won't be back
Don't get mad when I get rich, that won't get your homie back
Don't get mad when I put everybody on, you know it's that
Don't get mad cause when I cut you off, delete my number jack
When I get mad, them choppa bullets hit his car, it'll make him crash
Don't get mad at all, got a lot of choppas in my catalogue
Dissin on the gang, we'll wet your block up like Jurassic Park
I'm the one that made you dropped the low, you don't live that far
You think I miss a whole hundred shots, like it ain't your car
Why would I get mad when I'm tryin' to get a bag?
Why would I get mad on someone when I'm tryin' to live the last?
Bro, don't push me, whole hundred choppas on your ass
Now you in the body bag, we gon' dump you like some trash
You got mad over a chick, cause she won't let you hit the cat
I ain't mad at you bro, but you hangin' with them rats
Girl, don't beat yourself up, like I said it's in the past
If you're ever tryin' to win me back, just go get you some cash
Mama always tellin' me, Quan, you livin' too fast
Choppa with extended mags, finna leave that little boy flat
I ain't talkin' Usain, you know I'm racin' for that cash
When I get signed, you know I won't be back
Don't get mad when I get rich, that won't get your homie back
Don't get mad when I put everybody on, you know it's that
Don't get mad cause when I cut you off, they leave my number jacked
When I get mad, them choppa bullets hit his car, it'll make him crash
When I was nine, I ain't waste no time, I was spittin' rhymes
It's a fact, I be killin' beats, I should do the time
Talkin' this, and you talkin' that, but you steady in lying
Like I'm Tony Montana, when I see shit, you know it's mine
You talkin' talking on the net, but you steady goin' live
I got Glocks, Tech-9s, that's why everybody dying
Cause when I die, you better not put up to my funeral with that lying
When I pop out with the AK, them bullets flyin
I told bro he got the switch, and you know it's gon' be a hit
You was solid for a minute, but I know that you gon' snitch
Life is like a game right now, most of the time that you can't win
Caught that boy lookin' outside, and you know we had to spin
Mama always tellin' me, Quan, you livin' too fast
Choppa with extended mags, finna to leave that lil' boy flat
I ain't talkin' Usain, you know I'm racing for that cash
And when I get signed, you know I won't be back
Don't get mad when I get rich, that won't get your homie back
Don't get mad when I put everybody on, you know it's that
Don't get mad is when I cut you off, delete my number, jack
When I get mad, I'm choppin' bullets, hit his car
And I made him crash, don't get mad
Don't get mad, it's just as start, pussy
Quan Did it again