Untitled. 02
MAD Crew
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I'm punching glass wishing that my luck would fuckin double up Eyes wide staring down the barrel of a double pump Like what the f*ck, I've had enough Hurry up and get the fucking Backwood stuffed Take your hoodie down my mans you acting sus' My momma told me that I'm a dirty fuckin criminal Took it to the heart and started scamming on the digital Hit you with my car and make sure the damage critical This all apart the plan I'm tryna make it to the pinnacle Starring at a bag full of drugs yelling try me I used to smoke dope and sniff coke till my eyes bleed My friends got straps you fight wanna fight pussy try me Paranoid as f*ck I don't take threats lightly I don't gotta fight I make friends with my demons I make bad decisions can't come up with reasons If it really is some pain and blood that you seeking The way he do it in the name, my brother Lethal leave you leaking Pop prescriptions in the evening Pussy boys be tweaking In my pictures catch me cheesing yeah? Yeah Maybe you the prince But I am king You can save ya 2 cents Cause talk is cheap Lil boy want smoke That's an M-I-P Lemme run it back Like I-N-T Maybe you the prince But I am king You can save ya 2 cents Cause talk is cheap Lil boy want smoke That's an M-I-P 5k on it That's a H-I-T Got these psychopathic tendencies Stressin' out my enemies I could end your family tree Homeboy don't get smart with me Go on get your company Show up, still can't f*ck with me Now y'all niggas got a fee And back up off my property Or imma do it properly See y'all bustas' claimin' bands When you're with a hoe Seen your pockets, seen you broke Man y'all really need some dough Man y'all really needa bag Know we're all god sent Do I really gotta send you back? I ain't gotta hold a flag To show you we ain't backin' down MAD Crew run this part of town, Sorry blood what's Mackin' now? I'm on my way to college I ain't even need the cap n' gown I ain't even need the cap n' gown (Got that seltzer water bitch) Tryna sit back and smoke a sack up, Don't talk to snakes, fakes, or them jakes Cause most these niggas say they got your back Holdin' it down like a wet piece of duct tape, F*ck fame I'm just in it for the dough Makin' niggas fold like napkins, Stay stackin' Nigga I'm surprised you ain't bring the strap in But stay strapped in, cause, Shits abouta get bumpy No sudden movements Nigga don't get jumpy Cause these niggas quick to blast If they think you up to somethin, see, But if they start pressin' Imma be the first one uppercuttin' Get the party jumpin' Stay stuntin' Dressed in black Whippin' 'lacs Yeah, the frenzy in my eyes But envy all in yours, Cause you know I stay ready for war
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Written by: Anthony Tyler, Jacob McLaughlin, Ray Ramirez
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