Mr.MakemMad
Mr. make em mad, that's a fact, yeah, yeah
I just dropped a bag that's a rack, yeah, yeah
Speakin' on my name, you so wack, yeah, yeah
This shit ain't bout fame, I need stacks, yeah, yeah
I'm tryna tell you bout to old me
Goddamn, really wish someone would told me
When you workin' on yourself, it get lonely
When you higher than you should, you might O.D
I know I can't trust nobody, gotta show me
Used to play games with they heart, but that's the old me
They don't love you if you broke, and that's just real life
And I felt that shit before, and it don't feel right
I'm the reason she can't walk in heels, right
Shit crazy, I've been goin' off, whoa
Took a pill, got me walkin' round slow
So don't you ask me where I've been, I don't know
Drivin' fast down the road, help me cope
From all that bullshit in my past
That's why every night I'm on they ass
Took a lil' trip and I seen leaky do that dash
We just came up off some packs, ma relax
Mr. make em mad, that's a fact, yeah, yeah
I just dropped a bag that's a rack, yeah, yeah
Speakin' on my name, you so wack, yeah, yeah
This shit ain't bout fame, I need stacks, yeah, yeah
Used to be a young grimy nigga
A real slimy nigga
If you did me wrong, you might be better dying nigga
I'm the type to line a nigga
I need what's mine
So don't you try and cross a nigga, you out your mind
So don't hate me for no kickback
Till my money can't fold, that's a big stack
Walkin' round two-tone on my wrist wrap
Used to have two phones Im the shit, yeah
Niggas never like me round they bitch
Niggas insecure act like a kid
Tell that boy to stand on business
If he really try and live
Why them niggas in my business
Asking mama where I've been
They can't never be forgiven, they ain't wanna see me win
Mr. make em mad, that's a fact, yeah, yeah
I just dropped a bag that's a rack, yeah, yeah
Speakin' on my name, you so wack, yeah, yeah
This shit ain't bout fame, I need stacks, yeah, yeah
Mr. make em mad, that's a fact, yeah, yeah
I just dropped a bag that's a rack, yeah, yeah
Speakin' on my name, you so wack, yeah, yeah
This shit ain't bout fame, I need stacks, yeah, yeah
I just dropped a bag that's a rack, yeah, yeah
Speakin' on my name, you so wack, yeah, yeah
This shit ain't bout fame, I need stacks, yeah, yeah
I'm tryna tell you bout to old me
Goddamn, really wish someone would told me
When you workin' on yourself, it get lonely
When you higher than you should, you might O.D
I know I can't trust nobody, gotta show me
Used to play games with they heart, but that's the old me
They don't love you if you broke, and that's just real life
And I felt that shit before, and it don't feel right
I'm the reason she can't walk in heels, right
Shit crazy, I've been goin' off, whoa
Took a pill, got me walkin' round slow
So don't you ask me where I've been, I don't know
Drivin' fast down the road, help me cope
From all that bullshit in my past
That's why every night I'm on they ass
Took a lil' trip and I seen leaky do that dash
We just came up off some packs, ma relax
Mr. make em mad, that's a fact, yeah, yeah
I just dropped a bag that's a rack, yeah, yeah
Speakin' on my name, you so wack, yeah, yeah
This shit ain't bout fame, I need stacks, yeah, yeah
Used to be a young grimy nigga
A real slimy nigga
If you did me wrong, you might be better dying nigga
I'm the type to line a nigga
I need what's mine
So don't you try and cross a nigga, you out your mind
So don't hate me for no kickback
Till my money can't fold, that's a big stack
Walkin' round two-tone on my wrist wrap
Used to have two phones Im the shit, yeah
Niggas never like me round they bitch
Niggas insecure act like a kid
Tell that boy to stand on business
If he really try and live
Why them niggas in my business
Asking mama where I've been
They can't never be forgiven, they ain't wanna see me win
Mr. make em mad, that's a fact, yeah, yeah
I just dropped a bag that's a rack, yeah, yeah
Speakin' on my name, you so wack, yeah, yeah
This shit ain't bout fame, I need stacks, yeah, yeah
Mr. make em mad, that's a fact, yeah, yeah
I just dropped a bag that's a rack, yeah, yeah
Speakin' on my name, you so wack, yeah, yeah
This shit ain't bout fame, I need stacks, yeah, yeah
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Writer(s): Jalen Burton
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