Lyrics
Incoming call, CEO
Yeah, yeah, uh
When this world makes you mad enough to kill
When you want something bad enough to steal
When you feel like you've had it up to here
Cause your heart keep getting colder by the years
When you mad enough to scream
But yet you sad enough to tear you on the edge
I'm on the edge
I've been taking all these drugs
Trying to get up out my head
I'm moving slow, still on the go
Everyday I'm up out the bed
You crossed that line after a while
That shit left better off unsaid
Get the bread, however you play it
Keep it P, this shit look easy
How I walk up and I floss
Big C-E-O, S-I-M-O
That's my M-O, I'm a boss
Put my people on this quarter pack
They trying to catch a toss
I could've quarterbacked
But I'm the type of nigga Randy Moss
Cause I'd rather get it out the field
Not my last name, I been
Trying to run up them M's
Niggas steady trying to win
I've been trying to learn my lesson
Grandaddy a reverend
Jesus piece, I'm counting all my blessings
Fuck this hoe and fuck the next one
I got these diamonds, I don't need no stylist
Higher than a pilot
Niggas switch sides, that's what they do
When they scared of the violence
I'm out the way, you never see me
Then I pop out in the islands
Baby fine, but she got mileage
I might hit, but I won't sign her
And I be dripped out in designer
When I think about it, it's ironic
When this world makes you mad enough to kill
When you want something bad enough to steal
When you feel like you've had it up to here
Cause your heart keep getting colder by the years
When you mad enough to scream
But yet you sad enough to tear you on the edge
Calling out, but don't nobody hear you screaming