Freshaun - Real, Real Mad lyrics

I want you to make me mad Give me something for my pad Make me real, real mad Get me real, real mad I want you to make me mad Give me something for my pad Make me real, real mad Get me real, real mad Hatas hate, they want to see me yell until I lose a lung But I'm strong I channel it Make lyrics burn like candlesticks You should work on patience cuz your approach Makes me mad That'll make me more cash when I put it on the pad Crazy people holla at me try to see what I'm about Little do they know I'm nuts Pertecet, Motrin and such You wouldn't think that I'm a G Until you see my history Swackin' before puberty I'll give it to yall gradually So you can push me to the edge No identity crisis over here my name is Freshaun My mama named me Freshaun And you can disrespect me by ignoring Fresh to call Me Shaun I promise if you call me Shaun You gon' make my anger strong' I want you to make me mad Give me something for my pad Make me real, real mad Get me real, real mad I want you to make me mad Give me something for my pad Make me real, real mad Get me real, real mad Yes I'm the king of rap Hatas don't like when I say that But I'm the king of rap King Fresh ain't holdin' back I can feel you back back When I present my super swag You'll be back I'll see you soon Now watch me go and take the room Cuz Father God got my back The messiah got my back Archangels got my back Real ones got my back I got my own fashion yep Hatas call me pastor Fresh Ecclesiastics chapter three Verse three is controversy To the popular opinion I bring fun like king's dominion Little kids say Mr. Fresh Do your homework Be the best Cuz, I'm a do me Doing me brings an impact In the streets I'm Fresh Jealous cats might scratch I want you to make me mad Give me something for my pad Make me real, real mad Get me real, real mad I want you to make me mad Give me something for my pad Make me real, real mad Get me real, real mad I don't think you listening Let me reiterate again I've given you so many pa**es I'm nice here's another pa** No you cannot hurt me cuz God built me like a gangsta So I don't deal with wa*kstas To the Lord I thank ya Cuz popo came like cowboys To my house so they can round up But they left frowned up We the victim ground up I was super duper mad when officers came like that They almost took my dignity Slim yeah it got me mad I want you to make me mad Give me something for my pad Make me real, real mad Get me real, real mad I want you to make me mad Give me something for my pad Make me real, real mad Get me real, real mad