[Verse 1] Bitch you done slept on the me and the team Pull up to your crib in the GMC Feel like I live in the B&B Papaver come in with the heat on the beat Keep a few keys in the back Pay for my gang man put it in my tab Killin' this shit with the candles lit For when you talk smack Cause you gin get hit Man Cause the rats, with the kicks And the bats, hittin' licks For a laugh, with a bitch In the Caddy, and still couldn’t hit it from the back No wheels, whole lotta gas No ice still gettin' ass Hot deals bring it on back Pay for my shit with cash Yeah I’m the shit no cap Out on the road so stay on your toes Sayin' hey to my hoes when I do-si-do Up to ya front door, man you know how it go Yeah I’ll take some more, I’ll see you on the low Cover my head Ignite my neck 'Preme on my chest When I’m in the set Rumors they spread The secret kept Man the less I give the more I get The lesson learned is hold your bet Man it’s all too easy for some they rest But they can’t say the same when you in their head, like Steady aim, right To yo brain, I'm Coping with the fact that I’m to blame Trained to help with pain I’ll aid your cranium Vibrations in the stadium We the saddest patriots We the craziest motherfuckers you done heard about We the psilocybin steady vibin' kings of underground (Verse 2) Imma Hoi polloi boy who makes moi money More than a toy bringing joy to a playboy Model with throttles employed by a common sodder Big bottles of crown royal enjoyed with my partners I offer a start to a darker part of a larger picture Sit and ponder about a prosperous author Who’s mother and father smothered a dollar To cover their honor in a bothered manner of suffering A proper man would pop a beggar To cop a better Future for himself and his other kin Need an oven mitt to fuckin' touch me Cause I’m burning up I’m serving up alerts to all the ugly actin Pistol packin', matter tappin' Yeah what’s happenin' havin' ass rats Matter of fact I’ll drag my feet To let you lap around me and think That You catching up I got the 606 bumpin' all my tracks While I’m at it, bitch I’ve had it Bring an automatic blow a Patek Off a static blah blah blah rapper Can it cause a traumatic habit Is a classic graphic example of trashing survival tactics Fuck your status, bringing havoc It don’t matter, when it’s drastic Silver platter, fork is plastic Flip the chapter, you can have it
Read the complete lyrics to "Madness" by MaccyP from the album "Reoccurring Themes" in 2019. On Lyrks you can follow along with the full text, explore the artist's discography, and discover related songs. The track is often categorized under Underground Rap, Rap.
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