Vin Jay - Mad lyrics

Aw man back to my roots
Get em riled up with amplified truth
Songs that I wrote make more than my folks so
It's safe to say that I mastered my youth
Gon elevate, don't hesitate
Mama look at all the funds I generate
Finally got a real reason we could celebrate
Made a milli but I never made a resume

Still winning fuck who condone it
Rap Chris Kyle never losing focus
And I'm bout to get a
Plaque cause the music golden
Y'all are hometown stars I'm huge in Poland
Fuck who the coldest, my booth is frozen
In the past know my ego
Was bruised and broken
Now I'm coming and I'm bout
To make a huge commotion
Like a young school shooter
With a abused emotions


Now the money going up when
I double the reach
Too hot I be numbing a hundred degrees
Anybody who be coming to fuck with the beast
Finna get rocked like WWE
This that wild Wild West
Click clack bah bah best
Vin's wack, kids trash
But he's still rich last time I checked
Oh Jesus, there's no condone weak shit
The flows so dope it's
Known to slow breathing
It's so cold it's goes below freezing
It's prolly why these hoes
Provoke for no reason
Entrepreneur, not what consumers, all em
Getting robbed for the moola
Drop to your ruler
Prolly get me off to Bermuda
Stop with the rumors
I be getting guap but they
Always tryna watch me maneuver
Look who's coming to flame the new scene
YPG your favou rite new team
Who's daily routines to bank a few G's
Y'all mad cause we living the
Way that you dream
And I can't be touched I'm radioactive
Y'all not dope you way below average
Hate to glow but it takes me no
Practice to kill a no name proclaim

Bet it makes y'all mad huh
Tryna bring me down but you
Know you can't huh
Can't follow my lead lil
Homie can't catch up
Well the shit's too bad gave my
Life for the things I have
And it ain't my fault for
The things y'all lack
Bet it makes y'all mad huh
Tryna bring me down but you
Know you can't huh
Can't follow my lead lil
Homie can't catch up
Well the shit's too bad
Gave my life for the things I have
And it ain't my fault for
The things y'all lack
Bet it makes y'all mad huh

See me grow
Still with the fam know the team be close
Drop out turned to a CEO
I don't want your opinion
Better leave me 'lone
Y'all are following some bad direction
Thought you hit your bottom
But I stand corrected
Tell your man who's stepping
I won't grab a weapon
Left jab, right hook, bitch I'm ambidextrous
Holy smokes, hold the phone
Said y'all bout to be disgraced
Got no control, overdose
On what I need to say
Go toe to toe, throws some blows
Then I complete the way
They comatose, broken bones
That's how I feel today
I don't pause though when I see commas
Green on me like a damn iguana
Made a quarter mill' so you know that Imma
Give a girl a bag and I don't mean Prada
I mean dollars, I pop my collar
And I got less now than I make mine yada
Just put my squad on a flight to Bahamas
Y'all been out first class just
Say it like voila
Think I finally found a perfect job for me
Talk shit just word it properly
Burn em all like German property
Shots on shots no burst photography
Surge in quantity, perfect quality
Got rich in the worst economy
Moms third child but her first commodity
And there ain't no doubt

That it makes y'all mad huh
Tryna bring me down but you
Know you can't huh
Can't follow my lead lil
Homie can't catch up
Well the shit's too bad gave my
Life for the things I have
And it ain't my fault for
The things y'all lack
Bet it makes y'all mad huh
Tryna bring me down but you
Know you can't huh
Can't follow my lead lil
Homie can't catch up
Well the shit's too bad
Gave my life for the things I have
And it ain't my fault for
The things y'all lack
Bet it makes y'all mad huh