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letra de mad! - team rarity, kid rohan & ro-b. z.

[intro]
ayy, ro, you gotta be crazy on this, boy

[chorus: kid rohan]
oh, you mad, huh?
’cause i went through loss, but ain’t give up on this rap, huh
ain’t depending on what’s trending, on no fad, huh
try to get to me, but i am not attached, huh
out of pocket, in my bag, so you mad, huh
i got reach without no tags, you can’t beat me, uh
play this game, and i ain’t ever finna lack
you the type to drop a song a year and wonder why you trash
pull out 30 to your face, i make hits, the music stashed
[verse 1: kid rohan]
yuh, cut all the talking ’bout who run it
’cause i run it, no loose fund
either do something, or die nothing
i heard the joint, and go blunt-smoke that, and get high from it ’till it’s mind-numbing
your time coming, or your time running
ten toes down in the game, even though i’ve never made $5 from it
but i’m sure i’ll be getting more, hundred dubs on my dashboard
what i even gotta be petty for?
i’m finna open like business’ in covid, [?] doors
am i sure ’bout my work? i am never sure
but this hate a sickness, and i get the cure, like d-mn!
you say i can’t make it from my past, so it’s clear that you still there
while i’m on a forward dash, you just backfire
i don’t even gotta cap, understand why you so mad
look at your life and i laugh, it’s a satire!
soon as i step in the game, for real, these rappers step in their graves
went through some setbacks and pain, but i see that it’s testing the flame
love it or hate it, this passion is never gon’ change
when you try to think you got power, you ain’t even got a chance
you be boarding with a stan, in the corner where you stand

[chorus: kid rohan, with dtoxify]
oh, you mad, huh?
’cause i went through loss, but ain’t give up on this rap, huh
ain’t depending on what’s trending, on no fad, huh
try to get to me, but i am not attached, huh
out of pocket, in my bag, so you mad, huh
i got reach without no tags, you can’t beat me, uh
play this game, and i ain’t ever finna lack
you the type to drop a song a year and wonder why you trash
pull out 30 to your face, i make hits, the music stashed
[verse 2: dtoxify]
yeah, you mad huh?
telling me that you the g.o.a.t., but you ain’t in the mix
man, you ain’t a master
i ain’t going for the gold or to get rich, that’s not what i’m after
i just go with the flow, not those that i spit
when it comes to those, man, yours don’t exist
you know i’m the sh-t, every line is a gift
i be repping the island, that 5, 1, and 6
i be switching the style, but i’m spazzing for this
and i won’t let ‘em eye me the way that they did
when i was in class, they talking sh-t behind my back
they said that my music was ass, they brought up my past
since then i’ve completely changed, but they only see me for that?
i’m dtoxify, your whole career is a box of lies
you be talking ’bout guns, but i only need a pen for a homicide
matter fact, someone grab it, i need a way to release all these thoughts of mine
i be in every bag you think about, i could sing a few bars and lines
but f-ck it, everybody be running they mouth, so i’m running back at ‘em
treat me like a joke, don’t know how to act, so i just sit back and laugh at ‘em
that’s just life, but i done changed it around, like angles on cameras
i’m a whole new me, they think that i’m pressed, truth is i ain’t even mad at ‘em

[chorus: kid rohan, with dtoxify, , ]
oh, you mad, huh?
’cause i went through loss, but ain’t give up on this rap, huh
ain’t depending on what’s trending, on no fad, huh
try to get to me, but i am not attached, huh ()
(), i make hits, the music stashed
[verse 3: ro-b. z.]
ro just hit my line, he know i’m ready to scr-p
i said, word to gawne, drop the addy, i will murder the raps
it’s a wrap when i’m on the track, i’ll show you what you lacked when you spat
kid wanted a proper burial, so i made him drop me a bag
kid ro’ and dtoxify, you ain’t got the drive, and i think i see why
go wipe that smile right off your face, don’t hit my line ‘less you ready to fight
and tell samad i don’t believe in love, i’d rather an opp fear for his life
‘cause i am machiavelli with a touch of hate, a tyrant with a chip to place
on the shoulders of the unwise (stupid enough to f-ck around with my type)
i been disrespected from too many angles, y’all need to pay me the respect that’s mine
instead of calling me mad for my confidence, know i’m better than half of you guys
and the other half is a simple matter, y’all afraid to fight a monster, ‘cause y’all too nice
still, i been hearing ’bout too much petty beef down the grapevine
too many p-ssies near my circle that think that they straight fire
when reality shows they can’t even hold their own with 8 lines
so i guess i can agree that they hot sh-t, but not in the same way that they’d like
aryan vij, i gave you a community, you became an assh0l-
starting petty beef over petty sh-t to compensate that you’re bashful
b-tch, run your mouth to me, i will pull up to purdue and hit you with a pimp slap
b-tch, don’t ask me for another mix, i won’t accept with the bag in full
that’s just one beef out of many that i’ll start until you stop crossing my path
believe me, i’m fed up with treating people nice when they were treating me bad
so maybe i should just start some sh-t to make them run up, i can give them a smack
then mock them to their bl–dy face as i’m beating they ass
like, “oh, you mad, huh?”

[bridge: kid rohan]
out of pocket, in my bag, so you mad, huh

[verse 4: the player]
mad at the player for playing the game
running the track, stay in your lane
soon as it pop, i ain’t gotta restrain
off of the block with a body to claim
i’m dropping the top of the brain
you staying the same, you looking for someone to blame (huh)
i ain’t been taking your fame, i’m making my lane, you been on my back
you gotta race to cover your tracks
i gotta pace to not overlap
you gotta face the fact, the major thing you lack is passion to rap
i gotta face the fact, i’m bound to make ’em mad, no matter the facts
i need my patience back, the bag’s waiting
pretty obvious it’s for the taking
i be moving ominous, i got’ em shaking
“really, truly dominant,” is what they saying
you know who to find me with, i never stated that i’m making the paper alone
all of the money i’m making, it’s funny, y’all waiting for player to pay you a loan
like i’m finna come in the game and just throw it away to my enemies hating my throne
so i’mma take off on the jet, while you rappers lag behind
put the nail inside the coffin, mcs know it’s hammer time
talking ’bout your relevance, it’s peanut b-tter jelly time
like where he at? where he go? he don’t stick in any mind
i know you mad

- team rarity kid rohan ro b z

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