Get Mad - Madh

I get bad when I get mad

That one by the bar with some black lenses

You be bossing up with some snake bags

I mean I don’t understand where the brain at

I mean I’m an evil mira lo que digo

I say sayonara to ya cause you not mi amigo

I don’t like pretending she be wearing Fendi

Going down the street naked I be more trendy

B-Benzin' going hard

Asalamalekum to your fake bros

Acting YO like they know sum

Praying for some rain need a wash up

More noise more volume

Getting sick everytime that I talk about dem

So I cross it never fix it lemme shake it while I mix it

Turn the beat up, listen!

Fake angels with an evil soul

Give a piece of a heart but dem want it all

I can enter the room and then burn dem all

Only faya in my mouth like I don’t control

Stay easy while I rock Yeezy

Talk to me when you pay the leasing

Always dealing with these paras

Now I’m here tomorrow Paris

I say show me your power dem weapons material

My weapon is lyrical

Dem not be original

People rather be similar

Goddamn All in

All these bitches is falling

Oh really, so unexpected

Used to trust now I’m not interested

Guess your poison could not infect me

You know my system sofisticated

You know my concept so underrated

My flow so sick and so complicated

Go Hard Go Home

To dem losers I close the door

On my way to the next level

Now you tell me who do it better