U Mad
Vic Mensa feat. Kanye West Lyrics
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Ooh don't wanna talk about it
Ooh like I don't, like I don't know nobody
Like I don't know nobody
I guess I don't
(Oh you mad, huh?)
(Oh you mad, huh?)
(Oh oh you mad, huh?)
Oh oh, she gon' be mad right? Ain't that too bad, right?
Wanna catch that cab, right? Take back that bag, right?
I guess that she just gon' go buy herself that purse
I'm back on my Chicago shit and this aint what you want. Shout out to Lil Durk
I'm the villain, no really I'm just chillin'
Tryna stack these 20s, 50s, hundreds, millions, to the ceilin'
Mary, Mary all I need, pussy, money, weed
And all my women in doubles, I'm at the DoubleTree
All I hear hoes callin' out wildin', on the road like every day
We everywhere, any day and anywhere that the money say
No questions, no questions please, just on your knees
Blow, don't sneeze, bitch shut up, don't breathe
Gasp, on the gas, 'til I crash, autopsy said that nigga mashed
All praise to Allah, not Ramadan but these bitches fast
Fuck in the party, pull up her skirt, then skrr
Who her? I forgot her name
Ooh like I don't, like I don't know nobody
Ooh like I don't, like I don't know nobody
Ooh like, ooh like I don't know nobody
Like I don't know nobody, like I don't know nobody
(Oh you mad, huh?)
I guess I don't
(Oh you mad, huh?)
(Oh you mad, huh?)
(Oh oh you mad, huh?)
There go another lawsuit
In court so much, man I should've went to law school
Everybody brawlin', it was all cool
'Til I hit the bartender with the bars-tool
I don't fuck with fake dudes wearin' fake trues
I just talked to 2 Chainz and he said, "tru"
I feel like MJ, I'm in his shoes
I'm talkin' Montell Jordan, this is how we do
Bust a nigga head and then I lay low
These niggas ass-water, get the Drano
She ain't really bad, she a photo thot
I should hire this bitch, she so damn good at Photoshop
That Lexapro got me drowsy than a heart attack
I think they finally think they got me where they want me at
I got seven hundred emails in my inbox
What that mean? I ain't callin' nobody back
Ooh like I don't, like I don't know nobody
Ooh like I don't, like I don't know nobody
Ooh like, ooh like I don't know nobody
Like I don't know nobody, like I don't know nobody
I guess I don't
(Oh you mad, huh?)
(Oh you mad, huh?)
(Oh oh you mad, huh?)
I be catchin' too many stares this evening, God fearin' but God knows I'm on a roll
At the Louvre in Paris, still be on the block like a corner store
Ain't my fault you ain't the man, made a plan, man it was planned
They sleeping on me like long flights, I pop a Xan on the way to France
Paparazzi like, "oh that's him!", pour that gin, let's get faded
Drinkin' like it's no tomorrow, what's today? I'm in the Matrix
Hater, please let me live my life, swear to God I be tryna do right
But if she bad I might hit a bitch in the elevator like Ray Rice
Uh, y'all pay the price, I pay the difference, it's just different
Save money, ain't nothin' different, gunshots and jumpin' fences
Hold on I'm tryna get loose, please don't get shit confused
Ask Don C, I've been lit, this 'Ye shit just lit the fuse
Now I'm on fire, everybody go quiet (sshhh)
Like where was you last week? My nigga the fuck was you hidin'?
Like I was laying on my arm I'm on my side
South side, I'm down to start a riot
Ooh like I don't, like I don't know nobody
Ooh like I don't, like I don't know nobody
Ooh like, ooh like I don't know nobody
Like I don't know nobody, like I don't know nobody
(Oh you mad, huh?)
I guess I don't
(Oh you mad, huh?)
(Oh you mad, huh?)
(Oh oh you mad, huh?)
The lyrics in the song U Mad by Vic Mensa featuring Kanye West, tells us about his pride about not giving attention to what people have to say about him. He repeats the phrase “Like I don’t know nobody” and “I guess I don’t” making it clear that he doesn’t care about anyone’s opinion or thoughts. The chorus specifically takes an aim at those who are upset or angry with his success and the concept of the song deals primarily with themes related to defiance and rebellion. The accompanying video features a montage of images on various screens and channels violence and aggression, emphasizing the anger represented in the lyrics. Throughout the song, he boasts about his wealth, fame, and sexual encounters which can be taken as a response to his haters. The second verse talks about a lawsuit and him being in court a lot, followed by lines that show his disregard for fake people and his aspirations to achieve things like MJ.
The song has a very aggressive tone, with lines like “Blow, don't sneeze, bitch shut up, don't breathe” which paint a picture of a fierce, unflinching attitude. The chorus makes use of a looping melody which creates a constant, unwavering feeling of confidence, and the use of the repetition of the phrase “Oh you mad, huh?” enhances its rebellious tone. The song represents a culture of self-empowerment where people are encouraged to embrace their individuality and defy expectation.
Line by Line Meaning
Ooh I don't need y'all either
I don't need anyone else, including you
Ooh don't wanna talk about it
I don't want to discuss it
Ooh like I don't, like I don't know nobody
Acting like I don't know anyone
Like I don't know nobody
Acting like I don't know anyone
I guess I don't
I don't actually know anyone
(Oh you mad, huh?)
Are you angry?
(Oh oh you mad, huh?)
Are you really angry?
Oh oh, she gon' be mad right? Ain't that too bad, right?
She's going to be angry, but I don't care
Wanna catch that cab, right? Take back that bag, right?
You want to leave and take your things?
I guess that she just gon' go buy herself that purse
She'll probably just buy herself a new purse
I'm back on my Chicago shit and this aint what you want. Shout out to Lil Durk
I'm representing Chicago and doing what I want. Shout out to Lil Durk
I'm the villain, no really I'm just chillin'
I may seem like a bad guy, but I'm just relaxing
Tryna stack these 20s, 50s, hundreds, millions, to the ceilin'
Trying to make a lot of money
Mary, Mary all I need, pussy, money, weed
All I need is a woman, money, and weed
And all my women in doubles, I'm at the DoubleTree
I'm staying at the DoubleTree with two women
All I hear hoes callin' out wildin', on the road like every day
I hear women calling me all the time while I'm on tour
We everywhere, any day and anywhere that the money say
We're willing to go anywhere for money
No questions, no questions please, just on your knees
Don't ask questions, just get on your knees
Blow, don't sneeze, bitch shut up, don't breathe
Do what I want and don't complain
Gasp, on the gas, 'til I crash, autopsy said that nigga mashed
I'm driving recklessly until I crash, which could result in my death
All praise to Allah, not Ramadan but these bitches fast
I'm giving thanks to Allah, not because of Islamic fasting, but because these women are easy/fast
Fuck in the party, pull up her skirt, then skrr
I'm having sex with someone at the party and then leaving suddenly
Who her? I forgot her name
I don't remember the woman's name
There go another lawsuit
I'm getting sued again
In court so much, man I should've went to law school
I should have gone to law school because I'm in court so often
Everybody brawlin', it was all cool
Everyone was fighting, but it was fine
'Til I hit the bartender with the bars-tool
It was fine until I hit the bartender with a tool
I don't fuck with fake dudes wearin' fake trues
I don't like guys who wear fake shoes
I just talked to 2 Chainz and he said, "tru"
I just talked to 2 Chainz and he said 'true'
I feel like MJ, I'm in his shoes
I feel like Michael Jordan, I'm following in his footsteps
I'm talkin' Montell Jordan, this is how we do
I'm talking about singer Montell Jordan and how we do things
Bust a nigga head and then I lay low
I'll hurt someone and then disappear
These niggas ass-water, get the Drano
These guys are terrible, forget about them
She ain't really bad, she a photo thot
She's not really attractive, only looks good in photos
I should hire this bitch, she so damn good at Photoshop
She's so good at editing photos that I should hire her
That Lexapro got me drowsy than a heart attack
The medication Lexapro makes me very sleepy
I think they finally think they got me where they want me at
Some people think they have me cornered
I got seven hundred emails in my inbox
I have 700 unread emails
What that mean? I ain't callin' nobody back
That means I won't be returning any calls
I be catchin' too many stares this evening, God fearin' but God knows I'm on a roll
I'm getting a lot of attention tonight, but I'm doing well
At the Louvre in Paris, still be on the block like a corner store
I'm at the Louvre in Paris but still living like I'm in the hood
Ain't my fault you ain't the man, made a plan, man it was planned
It's not my fault you're not successful, but I had a plan and it worked
They sleeping on me like long flights, I pop a Xan on the way to France
People are underestimating me, so I take medication to relax during flights
Paparazzi like, "oh that's him!", pour that gin, let's get faded
The paparazzi recognize me, so let's drink and have fun
Drinkin' like it's no tomorrow, what's today? I'm in the Matrix
Drinking a lot, not caring about the future, feeling like I'm in a different reality
Hater, please let me live my life, swear to God I be tryna do right
Haters should let me live my life, I swear I'm trying to do the right thing
But if she bad I might hit a bitch in the elevator like Ray Rice
If she's attractive I might physically harm her like football player Ray Rice
Uh, y'all pay the price, I pay the difference, it's just different
You pay the price, I pay the difference, it's not the same
Save money, ain't nothin' different, gunshots and jumpin' fences
Saving money is not new, but violence is
Hold on I'm tryna get loose, please don't get shit confused
I'm trying to relax, don't misunderstand me
Ask Don C, I've been lit, this 'Ye shit just lit the fuse
Ask Don C, I've always been popular, but this collaboration with Kanye West made it explode
Now I'm on fire, everybody go quiet (sshhh)
Now I'm extremely popular, everyone's quiet because of it
Like where was you last week? My nigga the fuck was you hidin'?
Where were you last week? Why were you hiding?
Like I was laying on my arm I'm on my side
I was just doing my own thing
South side, I'm down to start a riot
I'm from the south side of Chicago and I'm willing to start a riot
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: VICTOR MENSAH, KANYE WEST, ERNEST BROWN III, NOAH GOLDSTEIN, MIKE DEAN, STEFAN PONCE, DAVID PHELPS, SMOKO ONO
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@OfentseMwaseFilms
I hate how this song ends. Why did it have to end?
@derealmatt
Please check me out 🙏🏽
@jackberdine
Hearing this at a party makes a fight twice as likely to happen.
@EpicSauce12345
Jack Berdine truth
@tickleyourmango2206
Was at this one last night and this played and I can confirm this. The whole room turned into a giant fucking mosh pit.
@stephaniemckinney9108
Jack Berdine that's booze
@confuseddoggo6208
This song makes me want to eat soup with a fork
@futureworldx1627
THIS???? HAHAHAHA....From "Ante Up" to THIS??? HAHAHAHAHA.....wow.
@EsteemedMentality
Power Book IV Force has me here. 👑 This is officially on my gym playlist. The leg press is in trouble.
@DemeGod313
That shit was slapping at the end 😆