Mad

(Music)

Aw man back to my roots

Get em riled up with amplified truth

Songs that I wrote make more than my folks so it’s safe to say that I mastered my youth

Gon elevate, don’t hesitate

Mama look at all the funds I generate

Finally got a real reason we could celebrate

Made a milli but I never made a resume

(Verse 1)

Still winning **** who condone it

Rap Chris Kyle never losing focus

And I’m bout to get a plaque cause the music golden

Y’all arе hometown stars I’m huge in Poland

**** who the coldеst, my booth is frozen

In the past know my ego was bruised and broken

Now I’m coming and I’m bout to make a huge commotion

Like a young school shooter with a abused emotions

Now the money going up when I double the reach

Too hot I be numbing a hundred degrees

Anybody who be coming to **** with the beast

Finna get rocked like WWE

This that wild Wild West

Click clack bah bah best

Vin’s wack, kids trash, but he’s still rich last time I checked

Oh Jesus, there’s no condone weak shit

The flows so dope it’s known to slow breathing

It’s so cold it’s goes below freezing

It’s prolly why these hoes provoke for no reason

Entrepreneur, not what consumers, all em getting robbed for the moola, drop to your ruler

Prolly get me off to Bermuda, stop with the rumors

I be getting guap but they always tryna watch me maneuver

Look who’s coming to flame the new scene

YPG your favou

Rite new team

Who’s daily routines to bank a few G’s

Y’all mad cause we living the way that you dream

And I can’t be touched I’m radioactive

Y’all not dope you way below average

Hate to glow but it takes me no practice to kill a no name proclaim

(Chorus)

Bet it makes y’all mad huh

Tryna bring me down but you know you can’t huh

Can’t follow my lead lil homie can’t catch up

Well the shits too bad gave my life for the things I have

And it ain’t my fault for the things y’all lack

Bet it makes y’all mad huh

Tryna bring me down but you know you can’t huh

Can’t follow my lead lil homie can’t catch up

Well the shits too bad, gave my life for the things I have

And it ain’t my fault for the things y’all lack

Bet it makes y’all mad huh

(Verse 2)

See me grow

Still with the fam know the team be close

Drop out turned to a CEO

I don’t want your opinion better leave me ‘lone

Y’all are following some bad direction

Thought you hit your bottom but I stand corrected

Tell your man who’s stepping, I won’t grab a weapon

Left jab, right hook, bitch I’m ambidextrous

Holy smokes, hold the phone

Said y’all bout to be disgraced

Got no control, overdose

On what I need to say

Go toe to toe, throws some blows

Then I complete the way

They comatose, broken bones

That’s how I feel today

I don’t pause though when I see commas

Green on me like a damn iguana

Made a quarter mill’ so you know that Imma

Give a girl a bag and I don’t mean Prada

I mean dollars, I pop my collar

And I got less now than I make mine yada

Just put my squad on a flight to Bahamas

Y’all been out first class just say it like voila

Think I finally found a perfect job for me

Talk shit just word it properly

Burn em all like German property

Shots on shots no burst photography

Surge in quantity, perfect quality

Got rich in the worst economy

Moms third child but her first commodity

And there ain’t no doubt

(Chorus)

That it makes y’all mad huh

Tryna bring me down but you know you can’t huh

Can’t follow my lead lil homie can’t catch up

Well the shits too bad gave my life for the things I have

And it ain’t my fault for the things y’all lack

Bet it makes y’all mad huh

Tryna bring me down but you know you can’t huh

Can’t follow my lead lil homie can’t catch up

Well the shits too bad, gave my life for the things I have

And it ain’t my fault for the things y’all lack

Bet it makes y’all mad huh