Yeah teatime on the beat
This one′s called mad
The beat is violent vape
ADVERTISING
Shoutout Cheel for making this one
This beat is fire
Listen
Yeah
This one’s called mad
Just listen to me
Just listen to me
(Listen)
Blamed my mom and my dad right
My whole life I been mad right
That′s why I bought this
Pen and pad write
Listen
Young boy on a mission
Switch
Young boy never listen
b#tch
Tryna prove my em wrong
Gold bars ain’t no lepricon
Wishing on a star
Time to make a wish
Simon says,
Time to sell your soul,
Simon says
Time to change your pitch
Hold up
Time to get a bag
Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fendi, JAG
Dad
YoU always taught me how to move
You taught me how to find my groove
I need more than just revenue
Damn
YoU hit me up, where you at?
In the big apple eating orange chicken
Feeling lost boy I dun lost my vision
Shout out to the plug,
Shatta yute!
Small boy
Don’t forget the mission
I can hear your words
Etched in my mind
Keep your head up
Stay on your grind
I′m an old man running out of time
Nkrumah jean Louis coming off the line,
Better stay focused, cuz it′s prime time,
Buzzer beater
Triple double lines
Nah paps u ain’t done yet
Me n u ain′t have no fun yeah
Show me how to bus a gun yeah
Jean-Louis blood in the club yeah
Ice u out wit a new Patek,
New new new new bagettes,
Facts
Flex,
Tell me what’s next,
Should I go to school or shoud I chase I check?
21, hadda ton of debts
At 30 Years I had no regrets
At 40 years watch me retire
I just stick around cuz inspire
Entreneurship is my goal
Sacrifice is unknown?
I don′t want dirty gold
My principles I uphold
I need vision
I need vision
I swear it’s
Too many choices
And too many voices
Family blowing up my land-line
Free the boy
Give me damn time
Watch A young boy morph into money
All these women
What they want from me?
Like a caterpillar I jus Wana fly
My butterflys having fun with me,
Ventriloquists stay away from me,
Because I′m too old to be a young dummy,
I’m 50 years now I understand
No longer mad at my mom and dad
The missions’ over
So I tell this story
About a young boy
Alost boy up In all his glory
And I′m out
Teatime the greatest another one
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
This one′s called mad
Blamed my mom and my dad right
Blamed my mom and my dad right
My whole life I’ve been mad right
Now I′m back
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TeaTimeThegreatest Lyrics – Mad