Die Mad

Yesterday All my troubles seemed so far away Ooh Now it looks as though they're here to stay Oh, I believe I-I-believe I get it right in one take You all ain't the same so move Gave both keys to the valet Hop back in and (ooh) Most of you all waiting on Friday Rest of the week I might Bend up my girl like my way Laid down and sideways See what I did, now watch me do it again Saw what you did, I couldn't forgive the mistake that you hid Second to none, second to god, seconds from letting it go Stuck in a trap, stuck in a rut, stuck with this petty ass flow I go for everybody when I spit and I'm aiming it straight for the head Say what you want bout my songs, I'm doin right if they throwing a fit All you my sons but I'm not ya daddy, I adopt horrible kids Dogs on a leash, I threw you all some beef and that's how I made them submit Five grand to the dome, spent it on me and I (fact, fact) Back to the home, back to the grind inside (fact, fact) Blonde from the party, which one I cant decide (oh, wow) Five years pass and I think chose it right (thank god) My city calls and they ask if I'm gonna come soon Use this track as the latex, try to separate what it's come to All of you all are just stand-ins for a bigger artist, wont name name's Kitchen fires in my house, from all the whipping and whipping of spoons Whipping that hottest heat, whipping that opportune Whipping that beef, whipping that opper's crew, whipping that Caesar flu On that beat Ringing up CDC, ripping up these receipts, can't be beat Blondey run these streets, blondey take these seats As I was saying, five on the dash its gone, bitch gone Ghost with media pics, I just need clicks, phone off First eight-hundred off this, rinse and re-peat, 'peat, 'peat Mopping up rappers names, dirty feet, feet, feet It's too hot in here I need it fanned out I just told my baby that my babies won't get handouts Sick of all these chasers of the fame Steady riding trends, to get sent emoji flames Vapors in my lungs and in my nose Some of you all don't see that I be holding all this smoke Market crash on the digi-dash Cold heart in a cold world, call me Kodak Dividends, add them up Tell the boy his money packed up in truck In the truck H-Handed, now I done handed you all an advantage, you sleeping Hiatus slander, but wanting banter, you tweaking And this a throwaway, this the shit I put in hampers Loop this shit again to get the answers