Madness

Let's go, bitch

Got connects in Atlanta (yeah), got connects in the six (six)

Got connections down in Texas, yeah, I flex in this bitch

Count my blessings every second just 'cause destiny switched

2H reppin' to that heaven shit is etched in my skin (how cold?)

Get some breakfast and make records in our sessions and slip

Yo, that's the recipe for excellence, progressive as shit (huh)

And I ain't sweatin' any pressure 'cause I'm mentally equipped

To see the lessons in everything, that's the blessing this is (gee, gee, gee)

I paint pictures with words, I ain't in it for furs

I make figures that work, I stay within the church

And snake slithering dirt your lanes really deserve

Some A's into your nerves, abrave dig for you herds

Shit, I take my cap off, there's no cap in this, man

I got that crack dog, but I don't slay any grams

I work like a tour manager, I'm after these bands

I'm a white European man who's rockin' African brands

Dream was to sit in daiquiris and cataparans

But things changed rapidly, I had a birth in the sun

Got addicted to trouble, yeah, this shit was a struggle

This Frank Mueller on my wrist, it was a gift from my uncle

At least it stopped me from lookin' at a wrist, it should cut through

They say life's a bitch, but only if the bitch didn't love you

But you ain't find a real bitch if you want tender and bumble

Drip, putty, tang bitch, you get hit with the buckle (brr)

They called it madness

They called it madness

They called it madness

They called it madness

Ay

It's funny how things change, dropping acid at festivals

Standing in my kitchen cooking salmon and vegetables

Now the plan is to stack bank full of decimals

No longer wanna dabble in them capsules with chemicals

Don't let that shit feel like them acts was regrettable

Yeah, they laugh at it like I ate a bag full of edibles

Running out of time, now I'm back on my schedule

Only roll with an X if she a classic perpetual

They feel they can buy you, it's the year of the tiger

It's time for me to body some kids like I'm Barry Miners

These little bitches ain't lit, they don't carry a lighter