Rambo LaFlame - Why Are You Mad?

Quite a predicament, gotta get right,
Gotta get a grip with the sight
Shooting out lights, had to turn the day into night
Imma stay fly like a kite
Why are you mad
Stacking up paper, I think that my pockets are starting to drag
Riches and rags
Boy don’t worry bout me, better start chasing that bag
Bitch you crusty, you can’t touch me, no MJ but a nigga too bad
I am not guilty or innocent, I am just pulling the strings like an instrument
Quite a predicament, gotta get right,
Gotta get a grip with the sight
Shooting out lights, had to turn the day into night
Imma stay fly like a kite
Working my magic
Catch you traffic, when you wake up Bet you don’t know what happen
We with the action, adding it up, shots at yo head, will end in subtraction
I am the captain, big ship, blue strips, we got banana clips
Wearing bathing ape, hit you with the grapes, shoes not tied bouta take a trip
Just take a sip, I got the juice, I can never lose, imma handle it
Keep a short fuse, I’m the human torch, if you speak up, get ya candle lit so
Why are you mad
Stacking up paper, I think that my pockets are starting to drag
Riches and rags
Boy don’t worry bout me, better start chasing that bag
Bitch you crusty, you can’t touch me, no MJ but a nigga too bad
I am not guilty or innocent, I am not, oh no no no no
Say you only want the facts, boy you not worth it
Niggas love to judge the form when the shot perfect
No 2K, but a nigga stay balling
My rocket got clip like harden
Step back, you can’t catch that
223 when I rise I be feeling like Jordan
MVP
You can’t see me, no John cena
Heart too cold but I stay with the heater
Family guy, pockets fat like peter
Family guy, imma put the slugs in the sky, if ever wanna come for the slime
Age like wine, I be elevating with time, and Im staying 10 toes like a dime
No ski mask, imma slump god
Hit you the pump it’ll do ya
Bills stay blue, sly cooper
Number one, think I’m odd like future
Why are you mad
Stacking up paper, I think that my pockets are starting to drag
Riches and rags
Boy don’t worry bout me, better start chasing that bag
Bitch you crusty, you can’t touch me, no MJ but a nigga too bad
I am not guilty or innocent
I am not, oh no no no no

Written by:
Rajuan Boyd

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