Mad Hatter

This picture ain't about to be pretty
I ride for my city like Diddy
I pity a fool
We eat plenty of food at my table
No label cus I'm independent
The nicest recommended
I'll sing at your wedding
Have you feeling 22 like Mike Redding
I put the ING just for the rhymery
Oh, the irony, nobody used to wanna hire me
Now I'm settin' sail, we straight to the top
Yachts and model crotch, PK we callin' ya flop
Rhymes will make ya bubble pop, mouths drop, we settin' mouse traps for the haters
More smoke than Dion Waiters
You can no longer debate us

Get loud, turn the system up
Bring a money truck cus the flow deluxe
You fuckin' with the wrong dude
Bout to get rude, I'm crude
Find you on the news
New shoes, who dis
New phone, who dis
Diss and get dismissed, homie
Diss and get dismissed, bitch

PK

You want war? Let's beef
You wanna chill? Come reach
Either way I gotta feed these motherfuckin' streets

PK

Ouuuuu, think they scared now
Can never tear me down, imma make the city proud, family prouder
Fuck ya prada shades
I rap better in the sun anyways
Plus I lose my shades every fuckin' day
Ugh, what a thing it is
Rap game on a sedative
Beg for mercy, let the peasant live
You in the presence of a gift
Open the box, what's inside
Divide and conquer, PK straight bonkers
Bully beats back to their lockers
I'm fully booked like a sold out concert
Lookin' for sponsors
I think they comin' just ask about me

Get loud, turn the system up
Bring a money truck cus the flow deluxe
You fuckin' with the wrong dude
Bout to get rude, I'm crude
Find you on the news
New shoes, who dis
New phone, who dis
Diss and get dismissed, homie
Diss and get dismissed, bitch

PK

Get loud, turn the system up
Bring a money truck cus the flow deluxe
You fuckin' with the wrong dude
Bout to get rude, I'm crude
Find you on the news
New shoes, who dis
New phone, who dis
Diss and get dismissed, homie
Diss and get dismissed, bitch



Credits
Writer(s): Clint Patrick
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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