Madison X - Resurrection lyrics

[Verse 1] My first record was dope My second record was dope My third record was dope And now this record like "whoa" No Black Rob, but I'm back mobbin' Black card and you discarded Disregard a sentimental broad I got centerfolds that I been up on! And I been the boss since day one Changed some, but stayed one Was the man, still the man And you not in my business plan I'm tryna have a Maserati, by 25 Whip it through the ville and show I'm still alive I'm not the man you should mess with This is Brand X like a Russell Brand FX clip Satisfied with mine, there's no grammy im stressin Somebody get these haters on some antidepressants It's so sad, you're so mad But I'll tell you two things I won't have A toe tag, or no cash If sh** goes bad, snow caps! Got mine, get yours f** you, I flip birds People get what they deserve We going back and forth? Then b**h serve I fear nobody, fear nobody When I get to heaven, I know God'll co-sign me Through the bad times and through the good I persevered like everybody knew I would It takes a lot to do me Oh you can't relate? Sue me Oh he's hating? Who's he? He ain't a hustler, man that not there got that blue cheese [Chorus] They left me for dead, but legends never die This the resurrection hoe, so put one in the sky (Light up) You'll have to bury me alive (Light up) Cause X will never die [Verse 2] Smokin' like Wiz Khalifa Rest in peace Pakelika Still packin a heater My PO asked for a feature I'm really dope, you bath salt I been rappin' my a** off If it's me that's robbin' you I'll do it with the mask off What can I say? I'm hot now Riding round with the top down Ima put on for Cashville While the homie Young Buck locked down There's a million other rappers who be talkin sh** Don't let them f** boys gas you, they just talking sh** Yeah, they ain't did this and that Kush by the pound, catch me twisting that Watch the way I do it, I'm a liqourholic Show up at the spot like "Ok let's get it started" Staring at the cops like "Do something' hoe" Staring at the cops like "Do something' hoe" [Verse 3] Anybody in their right mind would have already given up But I'm so far up out of mine, homie I don't give a f** I'm not rappin' for money, but I get money rappin' Molly pills for sale, I get money you get happy Rollin', 4 deep Probably on your street Seat jack, if you left rap, b**h I just took your seat I'm counting my bread, that's that flow dough Hands on the wheel riding solo Listen to Frank Ocean, no h*mo Stopped wearing white tees, I look gangster in Polo