Madness - Merky Ace, Ego, M.I.K

Play Your Position

All of that

Family Tree

Merky ACE

FT

Kick off your door for the food and Ps

It gets real or ah nuh movie

Stick up in your mouth, don’t wanna hear squeaks

Better bring it on down before it gets peak

Just cause you see me lift up the rave

Don’t think I don’t get it in on street

Yeah, I might get reloads on beat

But test my team and I will split your beak

I’ll rise the machine

Lift man into next week

Drive past feds in a shirt

So the boydem think I’m a neek

Bet you any money that it’s gonna be dirt

When anyone says FT

I glide in and out

Blazing my way

Big man so I don’t wear briefs

Got it on lock from Park to Blackheath

A snitch nigga

That’s the shit I don’t like just like Chief Keef

But it’s Family Tree, not GBE

You can’t test I, you can’t test T

You can’t test M, Shifman or E

Get left rotting while you’re six foot deep

Counting sheep

fuck A&E

Three in your dome, they’re scared of the scene

Wake up next day like it’s a dream

With a bad bitch that helps me get cream

Put dick on her lips just like Vaseline

Then splurt in her mouth, she’s eating the beat

I said splurt in her mouth, she’s eating the beat

This tune is a madness

Bipolar

So I had to grab one straight from the folder

Cuh it go freezing cold, colder

Got about fourteen chips on my shoulder

If you’ve got a problem, don’t holler me

Cause man ah man ain’t no problem solver

Me on the tune, it’s overly over

This tune is a madness

Bipolar

So I had to grab one straight from the folder

Cuh it go freezing cold, colder

Got about fourteen chips on my shoulder

If you’ve got a problem, don’t holler me

Cause man ah man ain’t no problem solver

Me on the tune, it’s overly over

Raising hell when the whole crew with me

Whole team on shit when it gets misty

Moving paro and ting, their foreheads sweaty

Like say they’ve been playing with Whitney

Man can’t eff with the team that’s with me

One phone call gets you and your whole team

Wrapped up in linos real quickly

Deep out here on these roads, don’t slip, G

Roadman ting, I don’t war with pickneys

I don’t care what you’re pushing round here

Cuh it’s scrapyard metal when I’m mashing up shit, G

Total mess, it’s ending sickly

Over-stressed, you’re overly pissed

If I roll up and empty out this clip, G

You know the rest, you know how it usually goes down

Ends with somebody pinched, G

Feet up, chilling

I be in studio chilling with Faze, we’re overly grinning

My whole team’s hard, straight from the big strap

Down to the bars, it’s cold, my darg

Yeah, so much power sitting right in my palm

Throwaway bars all over the gaffe

Have to spray a hard sixteen and eight

And I’ll have my timeline overly gassed

Aim and bang all over the place

Watch any DJ just wheel it back

I’m speaking facts, keeping it grimy

You can ask anyone real as Jack

I ain’t scared of no likkle war

If I you’d be holding your jaw

I ain’t tryna wife what bare man done rinsed

but I don’t want no likkle sore

This tune is a madness

Bipolar

So I had to grab one straight from the folder

Cuh it go freezing cold, colder

Got about fourteen chips on my shoulder

If you’ve got a problem, don’t holler me

Cause man ah man ain’t no problem solver

Me on the tune, it’s overly over

This tune is a madness

Bipolar

So I had to grab one straight from the folder

Cuh it go freezing cold, colder

Got about fourteen chips on my shoulder

If you’ve got a problem, don’t holler me

Cause man ah man ain’t no problem solver

Me on the tune, it’s overly over