Still Getting Me Mad
I'm mad, I'm mad, I'm mad
Got me feeling like this and now I'm mad (Feeling like)
Now we bringing that turn up shit it's back (Bringing that)
Gotta get all these bitches off my back
'Cause they talking that shit and I feed them
If you say another word then I'll attack
And this Patek is frosty call it Jack (Frosty)
Which album I'm working on? Lost track
It ain't never a stack of lack of bars
If you follow my track then you'll get lost (If you follow my)
'Cause I'm headed towards platinum plaques of songs (Headed towards)
If you come with the bullshit then so long
Like it's 2020 vision strong
I finally know where I stand and belong (Woo, woo)
I'm repping the game and this shit on headlock
I'll knock you out 'til you hit bedrock (Damn)
You could never know what you'll expect from me
The way that the numbers rise I see
That your music garbage so I flee
Only people on my level talk to me
In a couple years I'm the goat I guarantee
You will never catch me bowing down to anybody
I just can't seem to exit this laboratory (I'm)
Speaking like a deligate, spitting for the hell of it
They don't like me 'cause I'm selling shit
I'm an elite you are default, delicate, run from me, you scared
You a hella bitch, irrelevant, you need evidence I'm excellent?
Look at my streams they killing you with excellence
Look at that mayhem caused, I'ma boss like Carters
I'm in my zone so you better not bother
I'm mad, I'm mad, I'm mad
Got me feeling like this and now I'm mad (Got me feeling like)
Now we bringing that turn up shit it's back (Now we bringing that)
Gotta get all these bitches off my back
'Cause they talking that shit and I feed them
If you say another word then I'll attack
And this Patek is frosty call it Jack
Which album I'm working on? Lost track (Ah)
Coming for yo' head fuck you and yo' CD
I ain't at the top but I know damn well I ain't hit my peak
I'll murder you like Dr. Death in seven three
"Boy you better stop with the aggressive rap"
Fuck you if I don't then how will you know where I stand?
The road seem clear
Fame is calling where's my phone it's ringing that shit is near
Ain't nobody fucking with me damn (Damn)
That shit is clear, I don't want your disgusting ass feature
I'm the leader of this shit everybody follow my procedures
I've been rapping for a while let me take a breather
Sike nah if I do they'll get ahead of me
They could never top me for as long as I breathe
I had this shit in my hands since I started in beginning
Momma are you proud of me?
I'm winnin', I'm winnin'
And if I die tomorrow my music outlivin' and livin'
You claiming that my albums suck you streamin' and streamin'
You will never see me on a song for clout
Why you think I haven't promoted a song? Damn (Woo)
That's what I'm all about
First two albums started weak and I could never deny
But my bars are getting heavier 'til the day I die (What, What, Ay)
I'm mad, I'm mad, I'm mad
Got me feeling like this and now I'm mad (Feeling like)
Now we bringing that turn up shit it's back (Bringing that)
Gotta get all these bitches off my back
'Cause they talking that shit and I feed them
If you say another word then I'll attack
And this Patek is frosty call it Jack (Frosty)
Which album I'm working on? Lost track (Yeah)
Got me feeling like this and now I'm mad (Feeling like)
Now we bringing that turn up shit it's back (Bringing that)
Gotta get all these bitches off my back
'Cause they talking that shit and I feed them
If you say another word then I'll attack
And this Patek is frosty call it Jack (Frosty)
Which album I'm working on? Lost track
It ain't never a stack of lack of bars
If you follow my track then you'll get lost (If you follow my)
'Cause I'm headed towards platinum plaques of songs (Headed towards)
If you come with the bullshit then so long
Like it's 2020 vision strong
I finally know where I stand and belong (Woo, woo)
I'm repping the game and this shit on headlock
I'll knock you out 'til you hit bedrock (Damn)
You could never know what you'll expect from me
The way that the numbers rise I see
That your music garbage so I flee
Only people on my level talk to me
In a couple years I'm the goat I guarantee
You will never catch me bowing down to anybody
I just can't seem to exit this laboratory (I'm)
Speaking like a deligate, spitting for the hell of it
They don't like me 'cause I'm selling shit
I'm an elite you are default, delicate, run from me, you scared
You a hella bitch, irrelevant, you need evidence I'm excellent?
Look at my streams they killing you with excellence
Look at that mayhem caused, I'ma boss like Carters
I'm in my zone so you better not bother
I'm mad, I'm mad, I'm mad
Got me feeling like this and now I'm mad (Got me feeling like)
Now we bringing that turn up shit it's back (Now we bringing that)
Gotta get all these bitches off my back
'Cause they talking that shit and I feed them
If you say another word then I'll attack
And this Patek is frosty call it Jack
Which album I'm working on? Lost track (Ah)
Coming for yo' head fuck you and yo' CD
I ain't at the top but I know damn well I ain't hit my peak
I'll murder you like Dr. Death in seven three
"Boy you better stop with the aggressive rap"
Fuck you if I don't then how will you know where I stand?
The road seem clear
Fame is calling where's my phone it's ringing that shit is near
Ain't nobody fucking with me damn (Damn)
That shit is clear, I don't want your disgusting ass feature
I'm the leader of this shit everybody follow my procedures
I've been rapping for a while let me take a breather
Sike nah if I do they'll get ahead of me
They could never top me for as long as I breathe
I had this shit in my hands since I started in beginning
Momma are you proud of me?
I'm winnin', I'm winnin'
And if I die tomorrow my music outlivin' and livin'
You claiming that my albums suck you streamin' and streamin'
You will never see me on a song for clout
Why you think I haven't promoted a song? Damn (Woo)
That's what I'm all about
First two albums started weak and I could never deny
But my bars are getting heavier 'til the day I die (What, What, Ay)
I'm mad, I'm mad, I'm mad
Got me feeling like this and now I'm mad (Feeling like)
Now we bringing that turn up shit it's back (Bringing that)
Gotta get all these bitches off my back
'Cause they talking that shit and I feed them
If you say another word then I'll attack
And this Patek is frosty call it Jack (Frosty)
Which album I'm working on? Lost track (Yeah)
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Writer(s): Mario Meza
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