Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mad, artist - Vin Jay.
Date of issue: 23.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mad |
Aw man back to my roots |
Get em riled up with amplified truth |
Songs that I wrote make more than my folks so it’s safe to say that I mastered |
my youth |
Gon elevate, don’t hesitate |
Mama look at all the funds I generate |
Finally got a real reason we could celebrate |
Made a milli but I never made a resume |
Still winning fuck who condone it |
Rap Chris Kyle never losing focus |
And I’m bout to get a plaque cause the music golden |
Y’all ar hometown stars I’m huge in Poland |
Fuck who the coldst, my booth is frozen |
In the past know my ego was bruised and broken |
Now I’m coming and I’m bout to make a huge commotion |
Like a young school shooter with a abused emotions |
Now the money going up when I double the reach |
Too hot I be numbing a hundred degrees |
Anybody who be coming to fuck with the beast |
Finna get rocked like WWE |
This that wild Wild West |
Click clack bah bah best |
Vin’s wack, kids trash, but he’s still rich last time I checked |
Oh Jesus, there’s no condone weak shit |
The flows so dope it’s known to slow breathing |
It’s so cold it’s goes below freezing |
It’s prolly why these hoes provoke for no reason |
Entrepreneur, not what consumers, all em getting robbed for the moola, |
drop to your ruler |
Prolly get me off to Bermuda, stop with the rumors |
I be getting guap but they always tryna watch me maneuver |
Look who’s coming to flame the new scene |
YPG your favou |
Rite new team |
Who’s daily routines to bank a few G’s |
Y’all mad cause we living the way that you dream |
And I can’t be touched I’m radioactive |
Y’all not dope you way below average |
Hate to glow but it takes me no practice to kill a no name proclaim |
Bet it makes y’all mad huh |
Tryna bring me down but you know you can’t huh |
Can’t follow my lead lil homie can’t catch up |
Well the shits too bad gave my life for the things I have |
And it ain’t my fault for the things y’all lack |
Bet it makes y’all mad huh |
Tryna bring me down but you know you can’t huh |
Can’t follow my lead lil homie can’t catch up |
Well the shits too bad, gave my life for the things I have |
And it ain’t my fault for the things y’all lack |
Bet it makes y’all mad huh |
See me grow |
Still with the fam know the team be close |
Drop out turned to a CEO |
I don’t want your opinion better leave me ‘lone |
Y’all are following some bad direction |
Thought you hit your bottom but I stand corrected |
Tell your man who’s stepping, I won’t grab a weapon |
Left jab, right hook, bitch I’m ambidextrous |
Holy smokes, hold the phone |
Said y’all bout to be disgraced |
Got no control, overdose |
On what I need to say |
Go toe to toe, throws some blows |
Then I complete the way |
They comatose, broken bones |
That’s how I feel today |
I don’t pause though when I see commas |
Green on me like a damn iguana |
Made a quarter mill' so you know that Imma |
Give a girl a bag and I don’t mean Prada |
I mean dollars, I pop my collar |
And I got less now than I make mine yada |
Just put my squad on a flight to Bahamas |
Y’all been out first class just say it like voila |
Think I finally found a perfect job for me |
Talk shit just word it properly |
Burn em all like German property |
Shots on shots no burst photography |
Surge in quantity, perfect quality |
Got rich in the worst economy |
Moms third child but her first commodity |
And there ain’t no doubt |
That it makes y’all mad huh |
Tryna bring me down but you know you can’t huh |
Can’t follow my lead lil homie can’t catch up |
Well the shits too bad gave my life for the things I have |
And it ain’t my fault for the things y’all lack |
Bet it makes y’all mad huh |
Tryna bring me down but you know you can’t huh |
Can’t follow my lead lil homie can’t catch up |
Well the shits too bad, gave my life for the things I have |
And it ain’t my fault for the things y’all lack |
Bet it makes y’all mad huh |