Mad I Got It | Mad 1 Got 1t Lyrics - Denzel Curry

Big cheese piling, you speed dialing 

you talk shit, but I keep smiling 

That's your chick, but not my chick 

'Cause she got mileage 

That's your head, but not my head 

'Cause I drop knowledge 

You glad when I never had shit but mad I got it 

Niggas wanna turn their back (spine) 

She don't wanna fuck no more (fine) 

I'ma be that nigga some day (time) 

Lost a couple friends along the way (crime) 

Even in the end you could never end me 

Still in the hood and I still sip tea 

When I go in, I'ma go for the win 

On point like syringe and it's like that 

Living life full of sin, gotta cup full of Hen' 

Put my tears in a pen and I write back 

Ice pack cause' my heart lost 

I'm so cold that I Jack Frost 

I'm 'bout be on the upper echelon 

Niggas gonna hate on the man that I become 

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Big cheese piling, you speed dialing 

you talk shit, but I keep smiling 

That's your chick, but not my chick 

'Cause she got mileage 

That's your head, but not my head 

'Cause I drop knowledge 

You glad when I never had shit but mad I got it 

Niggas wanna take my life (stripes) 

Police never read my rights (right) 

Only wanna fuck me for the fame (hype) 

Another rapper hit it in the same (night) 

Niggas ain't shit and the hoes ain't loyal 

Really gonna hate when they can't destroy you 

Then expect the royal treatment 

Talkin' slick like it's oil speakin' 

Down to earth, 'til my soil weaken 

Venomous words, watching the poison leakin' 

Bandana on my motherfuckin' face 

.38 on my motherfuckin' waist 

When you see me better man up 

Better make like a roller coaster put your hands up 

Big cheese piling, you speed dialing 

you talk shit, but I keep smiling 

That's your chick, but not my chick, 

'Cause she got mileage 

That's your head, but not my head, 

'Cause I drop knowledge 

Mad I got it 

Mad I got it 

Hate the government, capital punishment 

I keep a heater on my hip, don't need an oven mitt 

I'm on some other shit, mind is twisted 

I wear this mask every day, Stanley Ipkiss 

Realistic views, a pessimistic blues 

I sing along, who's got me on my crip shit 

Lipstick, long kiss from the devil lips 

Moonlit, two hits from the cannabis 

Death knocking at my door, who could it be? 

Life not sweet like suit wit' an E 

Try to read me, would it be, Stephen King 

Big cheese only bring me Misery 

Insane with no brain, I'm low zane 

No fame and no thangs is so strange 

Do things that I don't see violent 

Stick a nigga up because I'm mad he got it 

Got it, got it 

'Cause I'm mad he got it, 

Got it