U Madt Freestyle

(álbum: Burn Identity: The Mixtape - 2011)

You're mad
You're, you're, you're mad
Me say you're mad why

Yes I know my lyrics is dribble
Man, I freestyle me no have time for no pen and pattern scribble
How many times I sing your girl come to the club and wiggle?
And she come gimme love a little
I'm man, I pretend to her a little little
When I come for drive in my car, I'm passing her
She's hopping down me car, I'm go with her
When she bends over sitting like a tiger
Yo, back to the basic fact
You're just rat
My fat to five are gone club
My real Gs are idiots
I'ma no say your girlfriend hot
Some are coming in thinking crab
I'm no taking like but a crab, crab
I'ma know say mine coming at me just exciting
And, and see the girl dem giving me inviting
Statement of the fact that I'm liking, liking, liking
Have a spear like a viking
Paparazzi everywhere when you see me arriving
And they want to know what I'm wearing or car I'm driving
They don't even give a fuck of how the way I'm surviving
So what I go strike them like thunder and lightening
Yo, I'ma go back to the lighter fact
Understand me sing writing that
No, nobody is writing that
Fight me then I'm fighting back
I know that I might react
Bring me into the yes contract
And I'm like no I'm not signing that
Call me your favorite artist all you want but I'm still not designing that bullshit
That's what we did Picasso define it as

You're mad
Don't close your eyes, there's enough comment on love when you smile
Feel for them