[Chorus: Ink]
I ain't mad at ya, doin what you gotta do
I ain't mad at ya, standin home at the school
I ain't mad at ya, mouths to feed, and bills to pay
I ain't mad at ya, it's gonna be a better day

[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth]
What's been happenin with you, homie, you look like you been stressin
Tryna make change, but not excepted is what I'm guessin
The ones you love the most not there, you gotta listen
Devil playing quarterback in the simptoms of bliss
Know that Bentley you had from 9 to 5 in the hood got you locked up
Used to run the block, but now half the block got shot down
Baby all the way, it's gonna be fucked up if you don't grind
Dreams to fly away, but that ain't work, so you got crime
On top of that, I hear you thinkin bout goin to school
And pick up on things that aren't bout a pack and a tool
I feel you, lil homie
Whatever the best for you, that's what you gotta do, homie
Hold you down, gonna support you, ain't no doubt about it
When you crash, I'm the first to say you ain't bout it
Funny situation, but it's up to you to hop out it
Lead the way like it's real, just hope he don't forget bout it

[Chorus: Ink]
I ain't mad at ya, doin what you gotta do
I ain't mad at ya, standin home at the school
I ain't mad at ya, mouths to feed, and bills to pay
I ain't mad at ya, it's gonna be a better day
[Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth]
Being wreckless never was you, who am I to judge
Know this shit ain't easy for you, what it does to ya
You never had intentions on switchin, just tryna fix it
Buildin yourself to get back in the mix
I ain't mad at ya, I heard you got a girl
Now you wanna lock it down, even if it mean other women won't come back around
I was comin here to see you standin on your own two
What's the point of livin, when what you livins not you
I heard you was in Holliwood, cause you got off the corner
But you know that if you take that back again, you's a goner
It's number three when they see you, you goin ride it out
You don't remember all them nights of pain, you cried it out
I'm blastin the ox, never missin these stops
Opertoonity knocks, gonna get out the box
Iether way, I'm still proud of ya
You still fightin, homie
When they doubted ya, homie

[Chorus: Ink]
I ain't mad at ya, doin what you gotta do
I ain't mad at ya, standin home at the school
I ain't mad at ya, mouths to feed, and bills to pay
I ain't mad at ya, it's gonna be a better day