[intro] M-A-D-O-K to the A [Verse 1] Thought I told you before that it's over Discipline colder than soldiers in Stover I’m tryna get the clovers, I'm a mower And she a foreign whip, call her a motor I'm tryna break a brick, call it soda All these lyrics poppin' out of my medulla These hoes need a tutor, but I am not their Buddha If she ugly, then I boot her, but her pu$$y like Bermuda And my circle small as tumors, but my numbers larger than a motherf*ckin' blooper Yeah, you a loser And you know this I'm the coldest But your homies got me wet like an ocean He couldn't help but notice Tryna keep his focus [Verse 2] Time is money, I been wastin' a lot Comin' outta pocket, I should take me a shot My position ain't sweet, this ain't a bakery shop If they sendin' smoke my way, it's a vaporizer Don't apologize for none of the sh*t that you started I just look the other way 'cause you not the main target One day, I'll get my way, you'll end up dearly departed Wanna play? Let's play ball; you just need to get guarded Money be callin' me now, I hear it ringin' The hella cash I used to count, I see it dwin'- -dlin' down, out of my account I really thought I could be someone, but look at me now [Chorus] Yeah, it's really crazy how they thought I wouldn't last It's really crazy how they said I wasn't gas I done seen them tables turnin', now I'm gettin' to the cash Now I'm gettin' to the [Verse 3] F*ck all that, b*tch, I'm on a different path I'm a known cynic, on the road to a psychopathic wrath I'm a no-limit soldier on a mission, every task I'ma toe-tag, bag every lyric and paragraph So back to the green like I forgot my ID Still on my grizzly, they try to bite me Still on my pimpin', I'm ridin' white tee My lady friend's in a trench, matchin' in Nikes Check my itinerary No love for these hoes, won't be February married Scary, your love fairy tales get buried How could you compare me? The nearest I see to me is barely a parrot Foul bird a$$ b*tches don't deserve my appearance Or my clearances Tears, I shed zero of 'em If the shoe fits, I hope it rubs and tears up both your bunions Hope your doc can't do nothin' Hope your Glock gets you somethin' that you can't come back from F*ck a back-up plan, you won't bounce back, son [Verse 4] He said that I'm his future Baby, I don't need a man He said, "You gon' be my wife" But I don't see a weddin' band He told me to hold him down But he better hold my hand It's the one with all the green, you know the paper and the stamps Shout out all the fans, that's the reason why I'm blessed Put me on the map and put me in a Benz The people want a story, so I give 'em one to tell And I ain't really lyin', man, I did this by myself All I got is time, man, I do it for my health It's like I gotta die just to live up to my wealth Wrist glimmer in the sun, body shimmerin' in gold Cash got it in a roll, it's like I gotta meet a goal I'ma hit 'em with a scan if they try to play with me And they better have the green if they tryna play with me [Chorus] Yeah, it's really crazy how they thought I wouldn't last It's really crazy how they said I wasn't gas I done seen them tables turnin', now I'm gettin' to the cash Now I'm gettin' to the [Outro] M-A-D-O-K to the A ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- All copyrights for Lyrics & Sounds are reserved to ©𝕄𝔸𝔻𝕆𝕂𝔸 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕟. Unauthorized use, reproduction, remixing, adaptation, or distribution of this work without explicit written permission is strictly prohibited and will be enforced under applicable copyright laws.
