Madness (S1-E1, Pt. 1)

It's a Madness styll
It's that real hip-hop, you get me
Today he's fresh out the pen
And he's hungry for revenge
You better hide the little ones, this is about to be scary
I'm frightened myself
Back with a vengeance
And ready to kill, drill, and whatever else
It's that Next-Up

Big shank on my waist like Benny
Roll up to the block sippin' my Henny
Likkle yute tries to run up
Ching him up, he just ain't ready
I cheff him up with that rambo
Ring his bae on the celly
Topher is skilled like Messi
With that shank he's steady
On the opp block playing hide and seek
Blam that opp, he's a fucking neek
Topher's up top like Kane
Droppin' the opps he's damn insane
Run into them once like Headie
Air Force 1's, these yutes ain't ready
Lost to the Angeles, she got that WAP just like Fetty
I ching up -- with a rusty shank
Dump in the ocean just like Frank
Wrist so drippy like water
Opps on the bench, Topher a starter
My side under no pressure
Ain't no question who is better
I'm on the wing like Sonny
Go left then right then center (Topher)

We already told you
He's the best in the game
And he's back again
With another banger
Let's switch it up real quick
On some New York shit