Текст Denzel Curry – MAD I GOT IT | MAD 1 GOT 1T

Big cheese pilin’
You speed dialin’
You talk shit, but I keep smilin’
That’s your chick, but not my chick

Niggas wanna turn their back, spine
She don’t wanna fuck no more, fine
I’ma be that nigga some day, time
Lost some couple friends on the way, crime
Even in the end you could never end me
Still in the hood and I still sip tea
When I go in, I’ma go for the win
On point like syringe and it’s like that
Living life full of sin, gotta cup full of Hen’
Put my tears in a pen and I write back
Ice pack cause’ my heart lost
I’m so cold that I Jack Frost
I’m ’bout be on the upper echelon
Niggas gonna hate on the man that I become

Big cheese pilin’
You speed dialin’
You talk shit but I keep smilin’
That’s your chick but not my chick
‘Cause she got mileage
That’s your head, but not my head
‘Cause I drop knowledge

Niggas wanna take my life, stripes
Police never read my rights, right
Only wanna fuck me for the fame, ight
Another rapper hit it in the same, night
Niggas ain’t shit and the hoes ain’t loyal
Really gonna hate when they can’t destroy you
Then expect the royal treatment
Talkin’ slick like it’s oil speakin’
Down to earth, ’til my soil weaken
Venomous words, watching the poison leakin’
Bandana on my motherfuckin’ face
.38 on my motherfuckin’ waist
When you see me better man up
Better make like a roller coaster put your hands up

Big cheese pilin’
You speed dialin’
You talk shit, but I keep smilin’
That’s your chick, but not my chick
‘Cause she got mileage
That’s your head, but not my head
‘Cause I drop knowledge

Mad I got it
Mad I got it

Hate the government, capital punishment
I keep a heater on my hip, don’t need an oven mitt
I’m on some other shit, mind is twisted
I wear this mask every day, Stanley Ipkiss
Realistic views, a pessimistic blues
I sing along, who’s got me on my crip shit
Lipstick, long kiss from the devil lips
Moonlit, two hits from the cannabis
Death knocking at my door, who could it be?
Life not sweet like suit wit’ an E
Try to read me, would it be, Stephen King
Big cheese only bring me Misery
Insane with no brain, I’m low zane
No fame and no thangs is so strange
Do things that I don’t see violent
Stick a nigga up because I’m mad he got it

Got it, got it, ’cause I’m mad he got it, got it