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Pardison Fontaine

Madden Flow

 

Madden Flow


Yeah, look
Fuck them niggas though, let 'em die slow
Fuck them, look

I been in the studio for 80 hours
I missed birthdays and baby showers
I wish I could do everything I want
And be everywhere at once, but I need crazy powers
Watch when you get the light, those are shady hours
That's when niggas start popping out the woodwork
You know they want a favor when they ask you, "Is you good?" first
I tell them, "Piss off"
I'm tryna make an album so good that everyone involved gon' be rich off
Mama love could go and pay the crib off
Never been an exit, where the fuck them niggas get off?
I am the original, the sequel and the spin off
How the fuck y'all gon' flex on me with some shit that I lent y'all?
When I shoot, I catch a body and knock a limb off
Boy, you a worker, not a bitchdoss
This is not a street you wanna cri-doss
This is the flow that had the kid up in Khaled's crib with the kicks off
So... let them niggas starve, let them niggas starve, yeah, yeah
If he die, he die, he ain't one of us
I just go, get the ball, go a hundred yards
Niggas know, Madden flow, I don't punt at all, nigga

You know how niggas play Madden, it be like 4th and 35 and niggas still going for it
Nigga, that's me, boy, I ain't never punting, I'ma always go for it, nigga
Come up with this Hail Mary or something, I'ma make a play, watch
Yeah, he a bitch and every nigga that's with him ain't shit, though

Every time I miss a call, I was fucking
You don't wanna see me end up with nothing
Jump to conclusions, come up with something
Question every girl that's in my circumference
You question shit like you Wonder Woman
You gotta, stop believing everything that you feel
And just 'cause you think it don't mean that it's real
Shit, I need an apology
You always bringing out this side of me
You act like being with you is hitting the lottery
To the point where seeing your tears don't even bother me
You count my mistakes like they calories and point 'em out to me
You so busy tryna catch me in the wrong you 'posed to be looking out for me
Fuck be going on? You drunk off the Sutter Home
Not right now, not while I'm in the zone
Don't you see a nigga out here tryna get this shit off?
City got a ceiling on it, tryna get the lid off
Next, I'm too close for fake friends and new folks
Or old ones that said, "I'ma help" and blew smoke
I should've been cut 'em off, but they cheated death
Now I respond to their phone calls via text
Why they wanna do the most when they need it less?
They say, "Yo, it's been a minute", I'ma need a sec
Thought I been cut 'em off, but they cheated death
Watch folks do the most when you need 'em less

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?