Trey palmz - Mad Kid Good city lyrics

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Trey palmz - Mad Kid Good city lyrics

Jee Juh Contest This is my moment its my time Im the component im in my prime Ive already shown it im not lyin Feel my emotion like im cryin Feel it in my bones everytime i rhyme Dont need condolences im fine Dont need to bone ya chicks got dimes Dont need you to loan me cliques got mine Im in my zone so sick im dyin Im gettin thrown so quick im flyin Dont wanna tell you sh** stop pyrin This dick is the only thing im supplying You a stalker b**h stop spyin Troubles gettin thick but im tryin This mountains gettin slick but im climbin Think i wanna end this earth im mayan Yeah im gonna end this sh** Tell my aliens to wreck their ship Im usin my best penmanship As we ride around to kendricks sh** Im a mad kid in a good city Wit ad libs that you would envy Got a bad b**h her moods pretty Your mad pissed your moods sh**y You got bad mids i got goods wit me Just a mad kid in a good city Just jeehjah beats in the room with me So much smoke that its perfuming me This adderalls got me zoomin b And this whiskey is consuming me Ain't nobody refuting me Im tellin you im not human see I was brough to my parents with a flash of light in a basket Only this basket was in the shape of a casket And i was dead before i was alive but they did their best to mask it Hiding the fact I've already lived this life I've already pa**ed it Yeah i swear that I've been dead before But now im alive and livin well Now i can't even get to bed by four To busy buildin my own wishin well I promise i can fortune tell Only worried about your fortune well Listen all i can do is wish you well Cuz your life is just a living hell Stack that paper stack that paper stack that paper To worried about not lookin wack and sh** Worry about happiness And the people your surrounded with All that money dont mean sh** And all those b**hes that are your dick Theyll ditch you fast, man they will leave you quick Not the cash that you are leavin with On that day your burried kid Its the people your surrounded with Not the clothes that you were coppin b**h Or the hoes that you were mobbin with