F1st

[Intro]
Yeah
Yo
Welcome to the MadCity
The city where a man’s living
You’re listening ???

[Verse 1]
It’s time to introduce my ass to the world
And middle finger to one, who didn’t like what he heard
And think bigger, when every time you using any word
Or Imma make a sculpture of you out of a dirt
Never tryna mess with me or with my team
I’m sending to you best sublim, now get it quick
Bitch, never test me, go out of your crib
Imma meet you downstairs, show you how to quit
Dickhead, big fair for you that I’m dissin’ you
I will never listen you, also never listened too
In this topic I’m the only one who has a decent view
I’m just making music, you searching for ass and kissin’, dude
Aii, listen, lesson two, you recently missing point
You don’t have a talent, boy, someone really misinformed you
Or someone really made a joke, easy boy
Guess you are takin’ everything seriously
Yes, you are

[Chorus]
Drop mic now (I’m gettin’, gettin’)
Mad I love (to make you, make you)
Cry, cry loud (I’m really, really)
Pissed (hittin’, hittin’)
Fist (get it, get it)
Drop mic now (I’m gettin’, gettin’)
Mad I love (to make you, make you)
Cry, cry loud (I’m really, really)
Pissed (hittin’, hittin’)
Fist (get it, get it)

[Verse 2]
Worse news, verse two gon’ be personal
Now I’m using arsenal, let’s make it professional
Imma start it in a few seconds, but first of all
I gotta inform you, it gon’ be confessional
Imagine long time ago, we didn’t meet
Who would show you studio, verses and even beat
Then you met rappers, now you think that you getting lit
You son of a bitch, you’re not respected even bit
Feel you the shit, when you wearing trendy clothes everyday
Vans, Thrasher, anything, they all trash anyways
Fake Gucci, fake Rollie, bitch, fake Louis V
We don’t give a damn aboutta brands, we know loyalty
Your idols are mumble rappers, my idol dissin’ them
I built up your career, Imma make it messy then
In Mercedes I’m excellently hitting you in accident
In the game I’m president, you can’t be even resident
(sad sentiment)

[Chorus]
Drop mic now (I’m gettin’, gettin’)
Mad I love (to make you, make you)
Cry, cry loud (I’m really, really)
Pissed (hittin’, hittin’)
Fist (get it, get it)
Drop mic now (I’m gettin’, gettin’)
Mad I love (to make you, make you)
Cry, cry loud (I’m really, really)
Pissed (hittin’, hittin’)
Fist

[Outro]
I’m dissin’ and you mournin’ like a bitch
I’m hittin’ and you mournin’ like a bitch
I’m dissin’ and you mournin’ like a bitch
I’m hittin’ and you mournin’ like a bitch