Mad At It

Lyrics

Damn this beat has got me talkin' with a Southern drawl
 If you ain't happy, I don't really wanna fuck with y'all
 Fanatics who finangle foreshadow the fable fortune
 Get to fuck with fate, doesn't matter to flippin' tables
 Cain and Abel, Cain and Abel, Cain and Abel bruh
 I put the pussy perpendicular to amateur
 You can't contest the cash and grass in my curriculum
 I'm down and dirty man, you call my ass Caligula
 Now I ain't even mad at it
 Keepin' up with all your bad habits
 I ain't even mad at it
 Everybody talking like it's so tragic
 I ain't even mad at it
 I ain't even mad at it
 Coping all your bad habits
 I ain't even mad at it
 Everybody talking so tragic, I ain't fucking mad at it
 Man let me break it down now
 God, this my hypothesis
 This beat is just so heavy, maybe that's why I be droppin' it
 My fanbase just keeps growin' at my shows like a metropolis
 And girls get so horny, they chargin' me, rhinoceros
 Gentlemen, gentlemen, come and take and buy your medicine
 This sedative settin' in, feelin' better in your element
 I'm about to lose it, Gary Busey on this rodeo
 'Cause y'all just trying to poach up all these treasures out my fishing hole
 I ain't even mad at it
 Keepin' up with all your bad habits
 I ain't even mad at it
 Everybody talking like it's so tragic
 I ain't even mad at it
 I ain't even mad at it
 Coping all your bad habits
 I ain't even mad at it
 Everybody talking so tragic, I ain't fucking mad at it
 Hey Dr. Watson, Sherlock Holmes is on the phone
 He said he needs some help, too much cocaine inside his dome
 He said he needs it out
 He said he needs a clout
 He said he needs a better route
 His bad habits are going south
 School bus, I'm sleeping, passing out at the park
 Fat pockets of bills
 I call 'em Roseanney Barr
 I like my drugs like my women
 Free, fancy, and large
 Then I grab a guitar
 Panty discharge
 I ain't even mad at it
 Keepin' up with all your bad habits
 I ain't even mad at it
 Everybody talking like it's so tragic
 I ain't even mad at it
 I ain't even mad at it
 Coping all your bad habits
 I ain't even mad at it
 Everybody talking so tragic, I ain't fucking mad at it
 
 Damn this beat has got me talkin' with a Southern drawl
 If you ain't happy, I don't really wanna fuck with y'all
 Fanatics who finangle foreshadow the fable fortune
 Get to fuck with fate, doesn't matter to flippin' tables
 Cain and Abel, Cain and Abel, Cain and Abel bruh
 I put the pussy perpendicular to amateur
 You can't contest the cash and grass in my curriculum
 I'm down and dirty man, you call my ass Caligula
 Now I ain't even mad at it
 Keepin' up with all your bad habits
 I ain't even mad at it
 Everybody talking like it's so tragic
 I ain't even mad at it
 I ain't even mad at it
 Coping all your bad habits
 I ain't even mad at it
 Everybody talking so tragic, I ain't fucking mad at it
 Man let me break it down now
 God, this my hypothesis
 This beat is just so heavy, maybe that's why I be droppin' it
 My fanbase just keeps growin' at my shows like a metropolis
 And girls get so horny, they chargin' me, rhinoceros
 Gentlemen, gentlemen, come and take and buy your medicine
 This sedative settin' in, feelin' better in your element
 I'm about to lose it, Gary Busey on this rodeo
 'Cause y'all just trying to poach up all these treasures out my fishing hole
 I ain't even mad at it
 Keepin' up with all your bad habits
 I ain't even mad at it
 Everybody talking like it's so tragic
 I ain't even mad at it
 I ain't even mad at it
 Coping all your bad habits
 I ain't even mad at it
 Everybody talking so tragic, I ain't fucking mad at it
 Hey Dr. Watson, Sherlock Holmes is on the phone
 He said he needs some help, too much cocaine inside his dome
 He said he needs it out
 He said he needs a clout
 He said he needs a better route
 His bad habits are going south
 School bus, I'm sleeping, passing out at the park
 Fat pockets of bills
 I call 'em Roseanney Barr
 I like my drugs like my women
 Free, fancy, and large
 Then I grab a guitar
 Panty discharge
 I ain't even mad at it
 Keepin' up with all your bad habits
 I ain't even mad at it
 Everybody talking like it's so tragic
 I ain't even mad at it
 I ain't even mad at it
 Coping all your bad habits
 I ain't even mad at it
 Everybody talking so tragic, I ain't fucking mad at it
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:16
Key
6
Tempo
166 BPM

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