Mad Man
Aw man
Look what the fuck this game done did to me
Look what it fucking did to me
I ain't wanna do it but y'all gotta die
Die
Oh why y'all gotta die
I ain't wanna do it but y'all gotta die
Die
So die
Put your mother fucking mics up
All that dumb shit is done
Now I'm here and I'm getting what I want
I ain't falling for the hype bruh
Y'all would go with Jay to lunch
Are you kidding bitch I came to run it up
What I do while y'all was sleeping
Beaming I was boating out in Sweden
Coast to coast I munching Nobu over meetings
Thought I told you I ain't peaking
And if I didn't I ain't peaking
See me winning but to us it's only decent
Oh they really tried to count me out
And I ain't taking shit lightly
Now they wanna kick it bet they wishing it was likely
I got a reign dear there's a clause to be wifey
And I'm not Saint Nick so tell these niggas don't write me
Tell em find God
We could point em to the reverend
Y'all was buying fake pointers
We got pointers from the legends
I appointed all my bredren
Now we pointing to the heavens
What's the point of even stressing
We gon make it in a second
When I know this shit is mine
Why would I worry
When I'm on God's time
Why would I hurry
What's the word dawg these niggas seem upset
Well they could keep on boohooing cuz I ain't done yet
Ayo
Y'all watched me die but I didn't so what's up now
Oh you said what now
Niggas wanna hush wow
Y'all gotta try cuz them writtens getting flushed down
Don't you know it's us now
Wish you all good luck
We know the benjis on the way
But I just had to check the Chase
Shit is slim so I gotta put the presidents on whey
Put the evidence away
That mean cut this bitch off
Cuz if it's twelve pressing play
Then I'll be running from the law
Niggas dying
Every time I drop a mama crying
It ain't love really
Every time I pop up they be lying
It's ok though
Everything is gucci far as they know
I might be quiet but you know Karma got a say so
Huh
I let you do what you do and you fucked it up
Had to build it from the dust
Y'all moving on luck with us
We don't know BeenDope
Ok well now you do
Guess what
You'll still snooze and me I never lose
Nigga move
Oh why y'all gotta die
I ain't wanna do it but y'all gotta die
Die
So die
Look what the fuck this game done did to me
Look what it fucking did to me
I ain't wanna do it but y'all gotta die
Die
Oh why y'all gotta die
I ain't wanna do it but y'all gotta die
Die
So die
Put your mother fucking mics up
All that dumb shit is done
Now I'm here and I'm getting what I want
I ain't falling for the hype bruh
Y'all would go with Jay to lunch
Are you kidding bitch I came to run it up
What I do while y'all was sleeping
Beaming I was boating out in Sweden
Coast to coast I munching Nobu over meetings
Thought I told you I ain't peaking
And if I didn't I ain't peaking
See me winning but to us it's only decent
Oh they really tried to count me out
And I ain't taking shit lightly
Now they wanna kick it bet they wishing it was likely
I got a reign dear there's a clause to be wifey
And I'm not Saint Nick so tell these niggas don't write me
Tell em find God
We could point em to the reverend
Y'all was buying fake pointers
We got pointers from the legends
I appointed all my bredren
Now we pointing to the heavens
What's the point of even stressing
We gon make it in a second
When I know this shit is mine
Why would I worry
When I'm on God's time
Why would I hurry
What's the word dawg these niggas seem upset
Well they could keep on boohooing cuz I ain't done yet
Ayo
Y'all watched me die but I didn't so what's up now
Oh you said what now
Niggas wanna hush wow
Y'all gotta try cuz them writtens getting flushed down
Don't you know it's us now
Wish you all good luck
We know the benjis on the way
But I just had to check the Chase
Shit is slim so I gotta put the presidents on whey
Put the evidence away
That mean cut this bitch off
Cuz if it's twelve pressing play
Then I'll be running from the law
Niggas dying
Every time I drop a mama crying
It ain't love really
Every time I pop up they be lying
It's ok though
Everything is gucci far as they know
I might be quiet but you know Karma got a say so
Huh
I let you do what you do and you fucked it up
Had to build it from the dust
Y'all moving on luck with us
We don't know BeenDope
Ok well now you do
Guess what
You'll still snooze and me I never lose
Nigga move
Oh why y'all gotta die
I ain't wanna do it but y'all gotta die
Die
So die
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Writer(s): Deandre Sumpter, Darius Henry
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