Mad!

Boy you got me mad
You on the edge of ya seat
Yeah. i chase a bag
And swing around my meat

When i say that i am, the man, i mean that
Got a whole roster of things i do
Everyday i wake up, my first thought is
What is one way i can improve

I can prolly put my dick in the fish tank
But everytime i do it, my bitch say that my dick stank
And how can i get sucky sucky when i got a fish taint
I need that lovey lovey on our big day.

Momma raised a bitch
And i changed that
Now im on a grind trynna find out where the range at
All these people hatin never even seem to state facts
They just saying things like 'you aint even have to go and say that'

This is just a rap to talk some crap thats on my mind
Turn my feelings into music then i post it online
Aint nobody comin close when i say that im so fire
Small time rapper doin this for long times
Now i train in mma and musics on the side
I keep myself a leathel force when it comes to these rhymes
Im ignored by many people. but thats okay im fine
Pressure makes diamonds, and it just takes some time

I been killin shit for a long time. bring bigger flames than a bon fire
Inspired by a bonzai. simple man livin in the wrong time
Used to worry boutta jawline, till i got money and its all mine
Now i aint worried bout flaws of mine. cuz i got dogs and they all gon bite

Boy you got me mad
You on the edge of ya seat
Yeah. i chase a bag
And swing around my meat



Credits
Writer(s): Kaleb Dobbs
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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