Madchild and Tom MacDonald - D.R.U.G.

I'm not a asshole, that's my ego
He knows me, and you ain't equal
Go ahead and call me evil, yeah
I don't fuck with many people
I ain't playing any games, say it to my face
Hate me 'cause the braids
Pull up, pull up with that energy
I swear you catch a fade
I made like 20k today, don't
Give a single fuck, okay?
All the money in the world
Tom MacDonald never changed
I know what I'm worth
The life I deserve is finally
Manifesting in my work
My mama told me I'd be famous
I guess I've been being humble 'cause of her
I want revenge, I want respect
I want a billion dollars and a Benz
I want a coffin full of all my enemies
I want all these rappers severed heads
This a big, big mood
I'm making big, big moves
I got a big, big ego i got a big dick too
I'm at the top right now
Everybody want my style
Stepping on a rare spaceship to declare
Invasion, got my hair braided
Diamonds in my smile
Like a bare naked millionaire wasted
In his parents' basement, taming crocodiles
I became dangerous from the bank
Statements, 'cause my name famous
I been going viral
They're praying I'll lose it quick
Too bad I'm stupid lit
I got Gucci shoes I bought, I never used
I'll put the Gucci kicks to your Gucci lips
Then put my Gucci feet to your Gucci head
You'll get Gucci beat till your Gucci dead
I will Gucci stomp on my Gucci clothes till
I'm Gucci gone and your Gucci ghost ooh ayy
Whole crew big like Wu Tang
My neck look like 2 Chainz
Money Bic like butane, ooh ayy, whoa
Tatted my face and my hands and my arms and
My legs and my ribs and my back, ha
Thank God I rap even if I wanted a job
I could never go back
Whoa, every buck I owe I paid off in full
Life I chose made me like it knows
I'm worth my weight in gold
Only hoes keep enemies close way I move
It shows got two money trees a hundred feet
I carve my name in both
Neck is froze, teeth all glow
Cocaine rich without the blow
People that you call celebrities are
Blowing up my phone, fuck off

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I'm on a roll, I'm getting
Swoll, I gotta go, yeah, yeah
He just a troll, I'm still a
Pro, I'll fuck his hoe, yeah, yeah
I'm moody, don't fuck with me
I don't need you to accompany me
My noodle is voodoo, it's broke and
No joke in my brains
I'm a damn pharmaceutical company
Who gonna come from me? I'll just stand up
I bet you gonna run from me
I got these rappers all grumpy as
Shit, "Fuck it, he's back, man
That son of a bitch"
Ayy, my ego the size of the sky
Look up and see my face
These rappers, they wanna be
Me, and their girlfriends
They wanna know how the fuck I taste
I don't trust a hoe, I just fuck a hoe
I don't like the dude
I say: "Fuck your flow"
I do what I want, I get lots of cash
I don't really care where the fuck I go
I gotta finish this deal, I got a weapon
Concealed, I'm gonna get this few mil
Netflix and chill anyone get in my way
You gon' get yourself killed
I got the sauce, you got that
Juice that is Minute Maid
I just come back to intimidate
This game full of pussy, pit pussy
Can fuck on my dick
I just come back to penetrate
Still rep red and white, I don't call police
MadChild out the cage, someone woke the beast
Also red and white, that's a make-believe
Double cheese for me, that's a staple piece
Millions, and millions, and millions
And millions of dollars I made
Now I am back and you all are afraid
Mad is a boss, I show up when I want
No one calling it late
Man, these bitches are spoiled
She loco, this pollo
These bitches ain't loyal
I'm vicious, I'm digging a ditch in the soil
Then I'm gon' piss on this bitch in that soil
Tom, just grab your coat
They want that but smoke
Mad just have you wolf, not your average GOAT
What an ensemble
Couple of bad fucking hombres
Got so much blood on my hands
And my money is dirty, can handle a laundry
You walk around like a zombie
I'll take 'em back to you calmly
Did so much drugs in my life
And turn my brain to an omelet
I run it up like a gauntlet
Welcome to my house, it's haunted
Last year I didn't feel wanted
Yeah, well, fuck you, bitch

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I swear to God it's like a drug
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I swear to God it's like a drug

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