All my niggas ringin' bells, I been getting bag like hell
All my haters mad at me, I been getting bag like hell
All my haters can't even do nothing but yell
I don't care about what you say, but I been straight out from the Yale
Madman, madman, madman, madman
Niggas be raging like madman
Off to the nigga, I got a lot of hella bands
On the back of the neck, it's the Jack-O-Lantern
Off to the bitch, I hit him like castaways
I don't care about what you say
Watch me put that nigga right to his place
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I miss the rage
If you talking this shit, I'ma pull out AK
I'ma shoot this bitch nigga right in his face
Bitch you don't wanna smoke, tell him stop playing games
I been ramming her in the back, like i f*ckin' on your bitch
I don't care what you say, I been staying in the bitch
You just a snake, I don't care what you say
Bitch, don't know who you tell me, stop playing games
You wanna be over your fears
I break the bank, you shift the gears
I take a stand and lift your ears
If only, damn, I missed the years
To follow my own ideas
I've been in a prison and seen what a vision
Is similar to living until it appears
Biding a bit of time, I DIY, that's feeling alive
So why cover your eyes
How are the blind gonna lead the blind
If there's no vision about evolving it
Then there ain't no opening
If nobody's soul is holding it
How's anybody gonna get a hold of it
Well, when I start focusing
I can't explain the control I'm in
Try to underestimate over it
Well, I've never been a fan of mediocre
No, and not once or twice
Make halfway, that's a halfway price
Luck don't matter in it
You wanna figure out chances, roll the dice
And what I did, what I do, that's cardinal
What I plan for better be remarkable
With a success rate so marginal
I gotta shoot high, not just passable
I mean high, I mean to stay blessed
The more twisted this game gets
Step on a level to make best
No other way is in my interest
Lil Black Dish - MAD MAN (PART. 2) (feat. natjamesworld) Lyrics
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All my niggas ringin' bells, I been getting bag like hell
All my haters mad at me, I been getting bag like hell
All my haters can't even do nothing but yell
I don't care about what you say, but I been straight out from the Yale
Madman, madman, madman, madman
Niggas be raging like madman
Off to the nigga, I got a lot of hella bands
On the back of the neck, it's the Jack-O-Lantern
Off to the bitch, I hit him like castaways
I don't care about what you say
Watch me put that nigga right to his place
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I miss the rage
If you talking this shit, I'ma pull out AK
I'ma shoot this bitch nigga right in his face
Bitch you don't wanna smoke, tell him stop playing games
I been ramming her in the back, like i f*ckin' on your bitch
I don't care what you say, I been staying in the bitch
You just a snake, I don't care what you say
Bitch, don't know who you tell me, stop playing games
You wanna be over your fears
I break the bank, you shift the gears
I take a stand and lift your ears
If only, damn, I missed the years
To follow my own ideas
I've been in a prison and seen what a vision
Is similar to living until it appears
Biding a bit of time, I DIY, that's feeling alive
So why cover your eyes
How are the blind gonna lead the blind
If there's no vision about evolving it
Then there ain't no opening
If nobody's soul is holding it
How's anybody gonna get a hold of it
Well, when I start focusing
I can't explain the control I'm in
Try to underestimate over it
Well, I've never been a fan of mediocre
No, and not once or twice
Make halfway, that's a halfway price
Luck don't matter in it
You wanna figure out chances, roll the dice
And what I did, what I do, that's cardinal
What I plan for better be remarkable
With a success rate so marginal
I gotta shoot high, not just passable
I mean high, I mean to stay blessed
The more twisted this game gets
Step on a level to make best
No other way is in my interest
All my haters mad at me, I been getting bag like hell
All my haters can't even do nothing but yell
I don't care about what you say, but I been straight out from the Yale
Madman, madman, madman, madman
Niggas be raging like madman
Off to the nigga, I got a lot of hella bands
On the back of the neck, it's the Jack-O-Lantern
Off to the bitch, I hit him like castaways
I don't care about what you say
Watch me put that nigga right to his place
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I miss the rage
If you talking this shit, I'ma pull out AK
I'ma shoot this bitch nigga right in his face
Bitch you don't wanna smoke, tell him stop playing games
I been ramming her in the back, like i f*ckin' on your bitch
I don't care what you say, I been staying in the bitch
You just a snake, I don't care what you say
Bitch, don't know who you tell me, stop playing games
You wanna be over your fears
I break the bank, you shift the gears
I take a stand and lift your ears
If only, damn, I missed the years
To follow my own ideas
I've been in a prison and seen what a vision
Is similar to living until it appears
Biding a bit of time, I DIY, that's feeling alive
So why cover your eyes
How are the blind gonna lead the blind
If there's no vision about evolving it
Then there ain't no opening
If nobody's soul is holding it
How's anybody gonna get a hold of it
Well, when I start focusing
I can't explain the control I'm in
Try to underestimate over it
Well, I've never been a fan of mediocre
No, and not once or twice
Make halfway, that's a halfway price
Luck don't matter in it
You wanna figure out chances, roll the dice
And what I did, what I do, that's cardinal
What I plan for better be remarkable
With a success rate so marginal
I gotta shoot high, not just passable
I mean high, I mean to stay blessed
The more twisted this game gets
Step on a level to make best
No other way is in my interest
Writer: Kintae Grant
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid