[Verse 1: J] Damn this beat has got me talkin' with a Southern If you ain't happy, I don't really wanna fuck y'all Fanatics who foreshadow the fame and fortune Get to with fate Doesn't to flippin' tables Kane and Abel, Kane and Abel, and Abel bruh I put the perpendicular to amateur You can't the cash and grass in my curriculum I'm and dirty man, you can call my ass Caligula
[Chorus: J] Now I ain't mad at it Keepin' up with all your bad I ain't mad at it Everybody talking like it's low and I even mad at it I even mad at it Complement all bad habits I ain't mad at it talking slow trying to [?]
[Verse 2: B] Hey let me it down now God this is my This beat is just as heavy, maybe why I be droppin' it My fanbase just keeps growin' at my like a metropolis And girls get so horny, they chargin' me: Gentlemen, gentlemen, and take and buy your medicine This settin' in, feelin' better in your element I'm about to lose it, Busey on this rodeo Cause God is trying to potent [?] my hole
Dirty J] I even mad at it Keepin' up with all bad habits I even mad at it Everybody talking like it's low and I even mad at it I ain't mad at it Complement all bad habits I even mad at it Everybody talking trying to [?]
Aye Dr. Watson, Sherlock is on the phone He he needs some help, too much cocaine inside his dome He he needs it out He said he a cloud He he needs a better route His bad are going south bus of [?] Fat pockets of I call 'em Roseanne I like my jewels like my Free, fancy, and Then I a guitar discharge
[Chorus: J] I ain't mad at it Keepin' up all your bad habits I ain't mad at it Everybody talking like low and tragic I ain't mad at it I even mad at it Complement all your bad I ain't mad at it Everybody slow trying to [?]