Lyrics Madness - Merky Ace, Ego, M.I.K

Madness

Play Your Position
All of that
Family Tree
Merky ACE
FT
Kick off your door for the food and Ps
It gets real or ah nuh movie
Stick up in your mouth, don’t wanna hear squeaks
Better bring it on down before it gets peak
Just cause you see me lift up the rave
Don’t think I don’t get it in on street
Yeah, I might get reloads on beat
But test my team and I will split your beak
I’ll rise the machine
Lift man into next week
Drive past feds in a shirt
So the boydem think I’m a neek
Bet you any money that it’s gonna be dirt
When anyone says FT
I glide in and out
Blazing my way
Big man so I don’t wear briefs
Got it on lock from Park to Blackheath
A snitch nigga
That’s the shit I don’t like just like Chief Keef
But it’s Family Tree, not GBE
You can’t test I, you can’t test T
You can’t test M, Shifman or E
Get left rotting while you’re six foot deep
Counting sheep
fuck A&E
Three in your dome, they’re scared of the scene
Wake up next day like it’s a dream
With a bad bitch that helps me get cream
Put dick on her lips just like Vaseline
Then splurt in her mouth, she’s eating the beat
I said splurt in her mouth, she’s eating the beat
This tune is a madness
Bipolar
So I had to grab one straight from the folder
Cuh it go freezing cold, colder
Got about fourteen chips on my shoulder
If you’ve got a problem, don’t holler me
Cause man ah man ain’t no problem solver
Me on the tune, it’s overly over
This tune is a madness
Bipolar
So I had to grab one straight from the folder
Cuh it go freezing cold, colder
Got about fourteen chips on my shoulder
If you’ve got a problem, don’t holler me
Cause man ah man ain’t no problem solver
Me on the tune, it’s overly over
Raising hell when the whole crew with me
Whole team on shit when it gets misty
Moving paro and ting, their foreheads sweaty
Like say they’ve been playing with Whitney
Man can’t eff with the team that’s with me
One phone call gets you and your whole team
Wrapped up in linos real quickly
Deep out here on these roads, don’t slip, G
Roadman ting, I don’t war with pickneys
I don’t care what you’re pushing round here
Cuh it’s scrapyard metal when I’m mashing up shit, G
Total mess, it’s ending sickly
Over-stressed, you’re overly pissed
If I roll up and empty out this clip, G
You know the rest, you know how it usually goes down
Ends with somebody pinched, G
Feet up, chilling
I be in studio chilling with Faze, we’re overly grinning
My whole team’s hard, straight from the big strap
Down to the bars, it’s cold, my darg
Yeah, so much power sitting right in my palm
Throwaway bars all over the gaffe
Have to spray a hard sixteen and eight
And I’ll have my timeline overly gassed
Aim and bang all over the place
Watch any DJ just wheel it back
I’m speaking facts, keeping it grimy
You can ask anyone real as Jack
I ain’t scared of no likkle war
If I you’d be holding your jaw
I ain’t tryna wife what bare man done rinsed
but I don’t want no likkle sore
This tune is a madness
Bipolar
So I had to grab one straight from the folder
Cuh it go freezing cold, colder
Got about fourteen chips on my shoulder
If you’ve got a problem, don’t holler me
Cause man ah man ain’t no problem solver
Me on the tune, it’s overly over
This tune is a madness
Bipolar
So I had to grab one straight from the folder
Cuh it go freezing cold, colder
Got about fourteen chips on my shoulder
If you’ve got a problem, don’t holler me
Cause man ah man ain’t no problem solver
Me on the tune, it’s overly over