Mad About Africa (Pt. 2 / Mixtape Madness Presents)
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โฑ๏ธ 4:06 duration
๐ ID: 10264485
๐ Lyrics
Yeah
Yeah
Ayy
Where shall I begin? It's been a long year
I'm just happy that the feds dem are not here
But if it weren't for them I woulda never got here
For every time we meet it makes me see I should be gone clear
Ends got peak, so I'm staying at my nans house
Cah I just want to make enough P, then cash out
And bring along the day one's that ain't dabbed out
Not everything's as sweet as my tracks sound
Taz got 6 cah he couldn't keep his hands down
Bob got nicked cah he wanted them a man down
I want no ifs, buts, or maybes in the damn crowd
They need to tell me that I'm the king and that's hands down
Coming up, I never had no hand out
But that don't mean I never have my hands out
I was low and you wouldn't know, 'cause you didn't stand 'round
You were in the light while I was watching from the background
Bro said he got me, I know he meant it
I can't see the fake, but I know I sense it
The plug gave us a name, that's what we went with
I probably sold you bud that ain't been invented
Your bitch will line you up, but you never guessed it
I drop her a 3-5 as an extra incentive
Shut the blinds if the trap gets too hectic
Plug knew what it was, you was too sceptic
Feds on me, or is it my ethnic?
She'll suck the whole team and go back a beverage
Yeah, yeah
This shits messed
I'm coming from a block where my dog could outlive my friend
I'm coming for your don if I label him as a threat
Bro too hot, I can't ride with him again
Thought that he was colourblind the way he's running through the reds
Yeah
I come up off the drug that trappers said there ain't no prof' in
Yeah, that's smelly bud that stays stinking up your pockets
Yeah I started rough, gave it a month, then I got it
Had the table talking money, he was tryna change the topic
Trap gone dry, phone ain't poppin'
Looks like another bad day at the office
Mummy got the grind, she just struggled to see the logic
They like S, how you winnin'?
Can't embrace my losses
I had to throw dirt over my niggas coffin
RIP the guys that never made it out to college
Me and bro are out scoping for a neek
Like nice chain, but it would look better in me
Nigga this is life as usual
Only time I'm seeing all my guys is at a funeral
Was a shit knife, but I brought it cah it was doable
Judge said I went too far, I found it suitable
I don't need no funny yutes
I don't need no gold tooth
I don't need no flashy booth
I still come through with this tune
I don't need more bad news
Or I'm sliding to get duke
All I need is to come through
Till I'm balling like I hoop
We never done this cah we love this
If you think so, you're confused
No, we done this 'cause we must win
So we did what we gotta do
Yeah
Ayy
Where shall I begin? It's been a long year
I'm just happy that the feds dem are not here
But if it weren't for them I woulda never got here
For every time we meet it makes me see I should be gone clear
Ends got peak, so I'm staying at my nans house
Cah I just want to make enough P, then cash out
And bring along the day one's that ain't dabbed out
Not everything's as sweet as my tracks sound
Taz got 6 cah he couldn't keep his hands down
Bob got nicked cah he wanted them a man down
I want no ifs, buts, or maybes in the damn crowd
They need to tell me that I'm the king and that's hands down
Coming up, I never had no hand out
But that don't mean I never have my hands out
I was low and you wouldn't know, 'cause you didn't stand 'round
You were in the light while I was watching from the background
Bro said he got me, I know he meant it
I can't see the fake, but I know I sense it
The plug gave us a name, that's what we went with
I probably sold you bud that ain't been invented
Your bitch will line you up, but you never guessed it
I drop her a 3-5 as an extra incentive
Shut the blinds if the trap gets too hectic
Plug knew what it was, you was too sceptic
Feds on me, or is it my ethnic?
She'll suck the whole team and go back a beverage
Yeah, yeah
This shits messed
I'm coming from a block where my dog could outlive my friend
I'm coming for your don if I label him as a threat
Bro too hot, I can't ride with him again
Thought that he was colourblind the way he's running through the reds
Yeah
I come up off the drug that trappers said there ain't no prof' in
Yeah, that's smelly bud that stays stinking up your pockets
Yeah I started rough, gave it a month, then I got it
Had the table talking money, he was tryna change the topic
Trap gone dry, phone ain't poppin'
Looks like another bad day at the office
Mummy got the grind, she just struggled to see the logic
They like S, how you winnin'?
Can't embrace my losses
I had to throw dirt over my niggas coffin
RIP the guys that never made it out to college
Me and bro are out scoping for a neek
Like nice chain, but it would look better in me
Nigga this is life as usual
Only time I'm seeing all my guys is at a funeral
Was a shit knife, but I brought it cah it was doable
Judge said I went too far, I found it suitable
I don't need no funny yutes
I don't need no gold tooth
I don't need no flashy booth
I still come through with this tune
I don't need more bad news
Or I'm sliding to get duke
All I need is to come through
Till I'm balling like I hoop
We never done this cah we love this
If you think so, you're confused
No, we done this 'cause we must win
So we did what we gotta do