MADHOUSE freestyle ft. Jixie & Blaxian Lyrics

Sitting back just trying to fix my mood

Roll up then smoke up there's nothing else to do

What's the move?

Madhouse shit I'm chilling with my crew

To fuck with us impossible

There's nothing you can do

Just sitting back just trying to fix my mood

Roll up then smoke up there's nothing else to do

What's the move?

Madhouse shit I'm chilling with my crew

To fuck with us impossible

There's nothing you can do

Oh my god I'm stuck

I'm high, I'm stressing

My oh my it's mine

That God's impressed with

If I lie I strike I blind the message

Rays in eyes be dried

I kind of stepped in some shit

Fuck it fuck the melody it's time that I get ignorant

Buck fifty cross his face

He won't survive like fifty cent

Told my bitch to carry mace

You blind them it is what it is

Blessing in my presence

No guessing in my penmanship

You niggas wack, here's my jersey

Signed it cross the back

Niggas hate me but they really like me

Trying to be a match

I'm not with that shit

But here's my Spotify

Come be a fan, come relax

Come out to the shows and show up for the brand

All alone these niggas lacking

Trying to see a nigga fail

But don't know I been stacking

Climbing out my turtle shell

Fucking up the has been

Madhouse got mad shit

Blasting for the madness

I'm blasting for your bad bitch

None of you niggas

Can ever do it like me!

Might be!

One of the best at this shit

Most likely!

I done came up from the dirt

All this money beside me

Niggas all up in my face

Trying to bring the worst out of me

Longest roads be on the way home

I can't recall my lifestyle

It be too far to fetch

I figured four you tapped out

That's why they call me Brett

They want my light to pipe down

I play my part instead yo

Bitch on my jockey right now

First law of parliament

Then run the game a light mile

Straight from adolescence

Could rap this shit for five hours

Just talk the way I live

So I can't conversate with no cowards

Move with no common sense

Couped in that tribal niche

We don't deal we don't politic

This be my kind of spliff

The kind das sparking slick

Know it's boof and it spawned a stench

Cuz the truth be I'm kind of sick

Check on my temperature right now

Been boiling out my fit

No telling how it go, I wake up know what time it is

Triple threat in my Iverson's

Floating then I descend

Notion I might extend

Eleven's out of ten be the score when I'm running that shit up

Might crunch the numbers you sit up

Then go buck wild again

I hadda switch locations

I'm starting to feel like I'm about to blow my top

Better hold my patience

I know a pussy when I look at it plus I can tell by your bitch ass fragrance

Stove about to break when I cook on it

Open a can for the kin innovations

Two body bags in the basement

And a blue frag, I didn't come here to boom bap

I just came here to break shit

Durags, automatics at full blast aiming right at yo facelift

I'm ranked up, got me a few badges and a red hand adjacent

Flank truck don't pace up

Ace on my paystubs, I creep with that same stuff

Sleep movement gangster

Getting to the money like tying my shoe

Money equals time?

Let's time pursue

See it unfold then I countersuit

We can talk it to a whole other altitude

End a little nigga like what happened to him

Imma keep it Jix here I found the proof nigga what

None of you niggas

Can ever do it like me!

Might be!

One of the best at this shit

Most likely!

I done came up from the dirt

All this money beside me

Niggas all up in my face

Trying to bring the worst out of me