MAD I GOT IT | MAD 1 GOT 1T

Big cheese pilin', you speed dialin',

You talk shit, but I keep smilin'

That's your chick, but not my chick,

'Cause she got mileage

That's your head, but not my head,

'Cause I drop knowledge

You glad when I never had shit but mad I got it

Niggas wanna turn their back (spine)

She don't wanna fuck no more (fine)

I'ma be that nigga some day (time)

Lost some couple friends on the way (crime)

Even in the end you could never end me

Still in the hood and I still sip tea

When I go in, I'ma go for the win

On point like syringe and it's like that

Living life full of sin, gotta cup full of Hen'

Put my tears in a pen and I write back

Ice pack cause' my heart lost

I'm so cold that I Jack Frost

I'm 'bout be on the upper echelon

Niggas gonna hate on the man that I become

Big cheese pilin', you speed dialin',

You talk shit, but I keep smilin'

That's your chick, but not my chick,

'Cause she got mileage

That's your head, but not my head,

'Cause I drop knowledge

You glad when I never had shit but mad I got it

Niggas wanna take my life (stripes)

Police never read my rights (right)

Only wanna fuck me for the fame (ight)

Another rapper hit it in the same (night)

Niggas ain't shit and the hoes ain't loyal

Really gonna hate when they can't destroy you

Then expect the royal treatment

Talkin' slick like it's oil speakin'

Down to earth, 'til my soil weaken

Venomous words, watching the poison leakin'

Bandana on my motherfuckin' face

.38 on my motherfuckin' waist

When you see me better man up

Better make like a roller coaster put your hands up

Big cheese pilin', you speed dialin',

You talk shit, but I keep smilin'

That's your chick, but not my chick,

'Cause she got mileage

That's your head, but not my head,

'Cause I drop knowledge

Mad I got It, mad I got It

Hate the government, capital punishment

I keep a heater on my hip, don't need an oven mitt

I'm on some other shit, mind is twisted

I wear this mask every day, Stanley Ipkiss

Realistic views, a pessimistic blues

I sing along, who's got me on my crip shit

Lipstick, long kiss from the devil lips

Moonlit, two hits from the cannabis

Death knocking at my door, who could it be?

Life knocks, sweet ice, swear to eat

Try to read me, would it be, Stephen King

Big cheese only bring me Misery

Insane with no brain, I'm low zane

No fame and no thangs is so strange

Do things that I don't see violent

Stick a nigga up because I'm mad he got it

Got it, got it, got it, got it, got it, got it

Got it, got it, got it, got it, got it, got it

'Cause I'm mad he got it, got it, got it, got it

Got it, got it, got it, got it, got it, got it...