Madman
War street shit
91, 81 shit is a lot now
But you know what I mean?
They burnt that bitch down
Well that's where I come from man
From there all the way around the world my nigga
Scriptures being read call it blessing the dead
Go to church but shots still fly by my head
Birds fight for the bread really don't sweat it
Trying to get about this madness for my courage get tested
Travel many places underground ain't one
I'm uncommon pistol grip tight on my gun
Birds fight for the brain really don't sweat it
Trying to get up out this madness for my courage get tested
Madman damn live my life in a can
Resort to sturdy Graham sister shell of a man
Cyan caps to die hard fans what's my plan?
Expanded different land Michigan, Pakistan
Drove me pecan roast to the frying pan
Iron handed a unit survival of the dam
The man answers from above but he ain't chiming in
Cyrus Blazey probably put his time in
Let chumps play the violin bows in a syringe
They made Simon says, "I'm a friend"
A madman damn live my life in a pen
In a cycle of sin recycled in the gambling den
I take ten catch my win highest John Glenn
Musical slum pitch man Carolina Ren now
And then I call on going feeding olive skin and we be pollying
Valet the cartridge in the bullet volleying
Black bottom that black hole that swallow men
The man's mad damn live my life on the pad
Grab bags of green in this bucket of crabs
Solar dad scene screams no luck it's not bad
Impaled beats like Vlad empty spoils in my bag
Broiling rivers of 44 mags he's so mad
Scriptures being read call it blessing the dead
Go to church but shots still fly by my head
Birds fight for the bread really don't sweat it
Trying to get up out this madness for my courage get tested
Travel many places underground ain't one
I'm uncommon pistol grip tight on my gun
Birds fight for the brain really don't sweat it, (yeah)
Trying to get up out this madness for my courage get tested
Hey, y'all out in the jungle I was slapped for dead
The trials and tribulations got me fucked up in the head
Catch one in your dread when you're fucking with my bread
Rats get killed for whatever they said to the Feds
My third eye chinky I stay high like weird man
Saying, "Things got me feeling like a madman"
You don't want the smoke better pray that the tech jam
My mind is sturdier the Soulja boy headband
Facts y'all ain't fucking with my raps
How're you learning when you listen closely to my raps?
Close to the finish line just one more rap
Pray five times to get the devil off my back
Don't get a fuck I keep a rifle for the rival
I care less, I could shoot through your bible
Green field sun cycle, the same cycle
Piece of sea rays rolls and guillotine Michael Motherfucker
Scriptures being read call it blessing the dead
Go to church but shots still fly by my head
Birds fight for the bread really don't sweat it
Trying to get about this madness for my courage get tested
Travel many places underground ain't one
I'm uncommon pistol grip tight on my gun
Birds fight for the brain really don't sweat it
Trying to get up out this madness for my courage get tested
Black wraps there which I strongly suspect
Are the white ones crack cocaine
91, 81 shit is a lot now
But you know what I mean?
They burnt that bitch down
Well that's where I come from man
From there all the way around the world my nigga
Scriptures being read call it blessing the dead
Go to church but shots still fly by my head
Birds fight for the bread really don't sweat it
Trying to get about this madness for my courage get tested
Travel many places underground ain't one
I'm uncommon pistol grip tight on my gun
Birds fight for the brain really don't sweat it
Trying to get up out this madness for my courage get tested
Madman damn live my life in a can
Resort to sturdy Graham sister shell of a man
Cyan caps to die hard fans what's my plan?
Expanded different land Michigan, Pakistan
Drove me pecan roast to the frying pan
Iron handed a unit survival of the dam
The man answers from above but he ain't chiming in
Cyrus Blazey probably put his time in
Let chumps play the violin bows in a syringe
They made Simon says, "I'm a friend"
A madman damn live my life in a pen
In a cycle of sin recycled in the gambling den
I take ten catch my win highest John Glenn
Musical slum pitch man Carolina Ren now
And then I call on going feeding olive skin and we be pollying
Valet the cartridge in the bullet volleying
Black bottom that black hole that swallow men
The man's mad damn live my life on the pad
Grab bags of green in this bucket of crabs
Solar dad scene screams no luck it's not bad
Impaled beats like Vlad empty spoils in my bag
Broiling rivers of 44 mags he's so mad
Scriptures being read call it blessing the dead
Go to church but shots still fly by my head
Birds fight for the bread really don't sweat it
Trying to get up out this madness for my courage get tested
Travel many places underground ain't one
I'm uncommon pistol grip tight on my gun
Birds fight for the brain really don't sweat it, (yeah)
Trying to get up out this madness for my courage get tested
Hey, y'all out in the jungle I was slapped for dead
The trials and tribulations got me fucked up in the head
Catch one in your dread when you're fucking with my bread
Rats get killed for whatever they said to the Feds
My third eye chinky I stay high like weird man
Saying, "Things got me feeling like a madman"
You don't want the smoke better pray that the tech jam
My mind is sturdier the Soulja boy headband
Facts y'all ain't fucking with my raps
How're you learning when you listen closely to my raps?
Close to the finish line just one more rap
Pray five times to get the devil off my back
Don't get a fuck I keep a rifle for the rival
I care less, I could shoot through your bible
Green field sun cycle, the same cycle
Piece of sea rays rolls and guillotine Michael Motherfucker
Scriptures being read call it blessing the dead
Go to church but shots still fly by my head
Birds fight for the bread really don't sweat it
Trying to get about this madness for my courage get tested
Travel many places underground ain't one
I'm uncommon pistol grip tight on my gun
Birds fight for the brain really don't sweat it
Trying to get up out this madness for my courage get tested
Black wraps there which I strongly suspect
Are the white ones crack cocaine
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Writer(s): Justin Dante Cross, James Warden Leigh, Nii A Adamafio
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