You mad?

Why you mad? ‘Cause I’m everything you wish you could be?

‘Cause I walk in silent, but the whole room still see?

You been talkin’ on the low, but you never check me—

I’m the one they show respect, you the one they set free.

Why you mad? ‘Cause your place ain’t next to the throne?

I built mine from the dirt, did the grind on my own.

You still cryin’ for approval with that same sad tone,

I’m the storm, I’m the wave, I’m the force full-blown.

You mad ‘cause I move like a threat when I breathe,

You mad ‘cause you cling to the folks I outgrew with ease.

You mad ‘cause I rise every time you pray I freeze,

You mad ‘cause my wins hit harder than your pleas.

Why you mad? Let me guess—’cause your friends hype me?

‘Cause your man double-take when he walk by me?

‘Cause I got real confidence, not that bargain-fee?

I’m the real Big Steppa, you the “wannabe.”

You mad ‘cause I’m booked, blessed, busy, unfazed—

You mad ‘cause I shine in your most dim days.

You mad ‘cause my name hold weight in these ways,

And you mad ‘cause I couldn’t care less anyway.

I don’t argue with a hater, I just give ‘em the view—

Look at me, then look at you—now do the math, boo.

Everything you try to flex, I done already blew,

And the reason that you mad… is ‘cause the truth too true.

Why you mad? Oh wait—don’t answer that, sis,

You been pressed so long, it’s a full-time job on your list.

I don’t fight for attention; I’m the moment they miss,

And I’m only gettin’ colder—put some heat on your wish.