Madness

[Intro: Merky ACE] Play Your Position All of that Family Tree Merky ACE FT [Verse 1: Merky ACE] Kick off your door for the food and Ps It gets real or ah nuh movie Stick up in your mouth, don't wanna hear squeaks Better bring it on down before it gets peak Just cause you see me lift up the rave Don't think I don't get it in on street Yeah, I might get reloads on beat But test my team and I will split your beak I'll rise the machine Lift man into next week Drive past feds in a shirt So the boydem think I'm a neek Bet you any money that it's gonna be dirt When anyone says FT I glide in and out Blazing my way [?] Big man so I don't wear briefs Got it on lock from Park to Blackheath A snitch nigga That's the shit I don't like just like Chief Keef But it's Family Tree, not GBE You can't test I, you can't test T You can't test M, Shifman or E Get left rotting while you're six foot deep Counting sheep [?] fuck A&E Three in your dome, they're scared of the scene Wake up next day like it's a dream With a bad bitch that helps me get cream Put dick on her lips just like Vaseline Then splurt in her mouth, she's eating the beat I said splurt in her mouth, she's eating the beat [Chorus: MIK] This tune is a madness Bipolar So I had to grab one straight from the folder Cuh it go freezing cold, colder Got about fourteen chips on my shoulder If you've got a problem, don't holler me Cause man ah man ain't no problem solver Me on the tune, it's overly over This tune is a madness Bipolar So I had to grab one straight from the folder Cuh it go freezing cold, colder Got about fourteen chips on my shoulder If you've got a problem, don't holler me Cause man ah man ain't no problem solver Me on the tune, it's overly over [Verse 2: Ego] Raising hell when the whole crew with me Whole team on shit when it gets misty Moving paro and ting, their foreheads sweaty Like say they've been playing with Whitney Man can't eff with the team that's with me One phone call gets you and your whole team Wrapped up in linos real quickly Deep out here on these roads, don't slip, G Roadman ting, I don't war with pickneys I don't care what you're pushing round here Cuh it's scrapyard metal when I'm mashing up shit, G Total mess, it's ending sickly Over-stressed, you're overly pissed If I roll up and empty out this clip, G You know the rest, you know how it usually goes down Ends with somebody pinched, G Feet up, chilling I be in studio chilling with Faze, we're overly grinning My whole team's hard, straight from the big strap Down to the bars, it's cold, my darg Yeah, so much power sitting right in my palm Throwaway bars all over the gaffe Have to spray a hard sixteen and eight And I'll have my timeline overly gassed Aim and bang all over the place Watch any DJ just wheel it back I'm speaking facts, keeping it grimy You can ask anyone real as Jack I ain't scared of no likkle war If I [?] you'd be holding your jaw I ain't tryna wife what bare man done rinsed [?] but I don't want no likkle sore [Chorus: MIK] This tune is a madness Bipolar So I had to grab one straight from the folder Cuh it go freezing cold, colder Got about fourteen chips on my shoulder If you've got a problem, don't holler me Cause man ah man ain't no problem solver Me on the tune, it's overly over This tune is a madness Bipolar So I had to grab one straight from the folder Cuh it go freezing cold, colder Got about fourteen chips on my shoulder If you've got a problem, don't holler me Cause man ah man ain't no problem solver Me on the tune, it's overly over