Madness 2X
It's all 'bout money, who's got more digits?
If you ain't talkin' sluts or guns
You bummy fam, you won't kick it
I'm here to show you the exact different
I'm the type of guy to pop up at your house
And grab your food on thanksgiving
And I ain't playin' Imma take it all
21's the year where everyone is rappin'
And thinkin' their game is hard
Fake it 'til you make it, ah that's wassup
I can tell you're cappin', this ain't like covid
No, you can't hide behind your mask
I know, I was gone a while, no coma
I think Imma just gone blame it on corona
But I'm still the same persona homie, that's facts
Hold on for a sec, I'm takin' over homie, that's that
My lowest efforts are equivalent to your best rap
Why'd you think people are anticipant of your next cap?
If you was a QB it's evident, you'd be my next sack
If they look for the prodigy, yo tell 'em where that's at
Look fam
Man can't do what I do
If I'm on a track it's madness times two, like
You've just been bangin' on mute
Man you lackin' bruv, hang it up, it is not addin' up
Man can't do what I do
Please don't catch me in a bad mood
Like what have you been smokin' my dude
Imma pick him up, kick him up, man'll missin' bruv
Ah, ah, look it's time for me to start callin' the shots
The game's polluted by pussies who think they ballin', they not
This shit is cancer to music, so now I'm callin' it off
Well, get fucked up
Haven't been sleepin', I work around the clock
I'm out achievin', I ain't from Phoenix
But all I know is suns up
I have been speedin', I don't know how to stop
Imagine me after couple seasons cuz now I'm still a young buck
Still trynna get my funds up
I believe I can swing this rap ting like nunchucks
Paper and pen is all I need to get you lovestruck
But that's enough of that, now bring it back homie
It's all attached homie, I'm the full package
Come and get your daily dose like some dope addicts
How you gonna call it flow when it's all static?
How you gonna talk about smoke when you do no damage?
Take wordplay, you evolve backwards
So again, I'm lookin' for different ways to provide, Rashford
I try educate yutes, Stanford
It's when you live the way you rap
You might catch up to my standards
Man can't do what I do
If I'm on a track it's madness times two, like
You've just been bangin' on mute
Man you lackin' bruv, hang it up, it is not addin' up
Man can't do what I do
Please don't catch me in a bad mood
Like what have you been smokin' my dude
Imma pick him up, kick him up, man'll missin' bruv
If you ain't talkin' sluts or guns
You bummy fam, you won't kick it
I'm here to show you the exact different
I'm the type of guy to pop up at your house
And grab your food on thanksgiving
And I ain't playin' Imma take it all
21's the year where everyone is rappin'
And thinkin' their game is hard
Fake it 'til you make it, ah that's wassup
I can tell you're cappin', this ain't like covid
No, you can't hide behind your mask
I know, I was gone a while, no coma
I think Imma just gone blame it on corona
But I'm still the same persona homie, that's facts
Hold on for a sec, I'm takin' over homie, that's that
My lowest efforts are equivalent to your best rap
Why'd you think people are anticipant of your next cap?
If you was a QB it's evident, you'd be my next sack
If they look for the prodigy, yo tell 'em where that's at
Look fam
Man can't do what I do
If I'm on a track it's madness times two, like
You've just been bangin' on mute
Man you lackin' bruv, hang it up, it is not addin' up
Man can't do what I do
Please don't catch me in a bad mood
Like what have you been smokin' my dude
Imma pick him up, kick him up, man'll missin' bruv
Ah, ah, look it's time for me to start callin' the shots
The game's polluted by pussies who think they ballin', they not
This shit is cancer to music, so now I'm callin' it off
Well, get fucked up
Haven't been sleepin', I work around the clock
I'm out achievin', I ain't from Phoenix
But all I know is suns up
I have been speedin', I don't know how to stop
Imagine me after couple seasons cuz now I'm still a young buck
Still trynna get my funds up
I believe I can swing this rap ting like nunchucks
Paper and pen is all I need to get you lovestruck
But that's enough of that, now bring it back homie
It's all attached homie, I'm the full package
Come and get your daily dose like some dope addicts
How you gonna call it flow when it's all static?
How you gonna talk about smoke when you do no damage?
Take wordplay, you evolve backwards
So again, I'm lookin' for different ways to provide, Rashford
I try educate yutes, Stanford
It's when you live the way you rap
You might catch up to my standards
Man can't do what I do
If I'm on a track it's madness times two, like
You've just been bangin' on mute
Man you lackin' bruv, hang it up, it is not addin' up
Man can't do what I do
Please don't catch me in a bad mood
Like what have you been smokin' my dude
Imma pick him up, kick him up, man'll missin' bruv
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Writer(s): Ivo Assenov
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