Succession Lyrics

What could I be mad for

Got what I asked for And I'm past more

Trap Lord, leave the passports on the dashboard

So far, don't matter where we are we just that hard

All I need is gas, bad hoes and a fast car

Pedal to the metal bro let's see how far we go

Don't ask me where I'm going cause I probably wouldn't know

No weapon formed against me has the confidence to blow

I know I'm who they want, okay, okay

They be pressing up on me it's like, everything that I wanted, yeah

But I really don't show it, cause life, it's only here for the moment, yeah

That's why I keep going, cause I, never know when it's over, yeah

The only thing that I know is that, uh, I'm fucking goated, yeah

I got a hold of the game, and I'm not giving it back

Bitches all up in my face, tell little shawty, relax

It's enough room in this Rafe, but you only can come if you bad

Tell them, lap up in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah

Who the hell you think you are to step that up to me

You think that you seen something, but you haven't seen a thing

Too many times before I was caught down, but I left all that in the past

They ask me if I'm mad, But

What could I be mad for

Got what I asked for And I'm past more

Trap Lord, leave the passports on the dashboard

So far, don't matter where we are, we just that hard

All I need is gas, bad hoes, and a fast car

Pedal to the metal bro let's see how far we go

Don't ask me where I'm going, cause I probably wouldn't know

No weapon formed against me has the confidence to blow

I know I'm who they want, Okay, okay

I've be making this shit look easy

Mean mug don't need no reason

They see me around, expect me to smile

But niggas won't catch me cheesing

Everything I say, I mean it

On the side where the grass be greenest

I'm is wherever the green is

Like Kobe, job ain't finished, nah

If they ever try to get me, then I'm way out of town

Niggas they think you got it made, they try and take you down

So I live fast, cause they'll catch you once you stop

But I understand that I still got a lot

So what could I be mad for

Got what I asked for And I'm past more

Trap Lord, leave the passports on the dashboard

So far, don't matter where we are, we just that hard

All I need is gas, bad hoes and a fast car

Pedal to the metal bro let's see how far we go

Don't ask me where I'm going cause I probably wouldn't know

No weapon formed against me has the confidence to blow

I know I'm who they want, okay, okay

Okay, okay

Okay, okay

Okay, okay

Okay, okay