Mad I'm Right (feat. KellyisXL)

Yo Kelly Yo Wassup I think these motherfuckers just mad because we're right bro Okay wait, hold up Okay, first off like Genesis they gonna cuff me up Because I'm killing this, I never ever give a shit About no sentiments so if you gonna get offended Dip the premises cause you a little bitch We be going in for the kill, You get the kill assist I spit the realest shit, they wasn't feelin' it They wasn't feeling it? Bitch, hold up like Kimmy Schmidt You better go home 'fore you go missin Cuz I'm Frozone with the cold vision And it's so cold that that hoe shiver All my homies still mack with no Mil-ler Way back when I used to be a coke dealer Slinging bags all terrains like a four-wheeler I was putting cash back for the studio equipment Times came, passed, and the stacks turned to spit-tin Then I worked a couple years just finding my sound Cuz I knew I had to lose to be surprised what I found It was almost too late, shit, look at me now Everybody turning up everytime I'm around And if I ever turn around it's cause the sign said wrong way It's time to make a change when every day feel like a long day It's time to love myself like Jay-Z love Beyonce Or..like Kanye loves Kanye Y'all be listening to some bad advice And you're mad I'm right, you're mad I'm right You don't have the bars so you had to fight And you're mad I'm right, yeah, you're mad I'm right Y'all do not know how to sacrifice And you're mad I'm right, yeah, you're mad I'm right Y'all do not have any appetite I'm fuckin' hungry, you're mad I'm right Hey what's up bro So I still need the order for the set list For the show tonight at the Roxy This shit's gonna be popping man Give me a call back when you can Alright, bye (Kelly!) Back to the pen and the pad If I go into battle and win, it's a rap Killing your hero, XL is a villain Came into the game with that sinister laugh Hop out the whip, a notebook on my hip I'm so done with your shit, don't get hit with my gat Burning the track, we ain't running no laps I walk into the flame and ain't turning to ash Category five earthquake make a nigga soul shake With the way I got love for this music Speaking and spitting and spazzing in tongue I got syllables ready to pop your medula Family ain't with da vision But math is apparently something that kill they solution Granny ain't told me to go for my dreams Now I'm living my dreams like I'm stuck in a lucid Stuck in a cycle of being a family idol or being a nuisance I ain't had shit to wear with my blueprints Deadbeat daddy, my mom ain't do sh Complicated, complex like Rubix (turn) Twist it, I dread feeling stupid, it's written in ink There ain't no erasing the proof I got passion for spitting and writing this music nigga I'ma tell you when it's alright I'ma tell you when it's okay You mad I'm right like M.I.R You ain't got a boy, get back, I'm hard I ain't Wunna spit hard facts, I are Smart and you mad and a bitch You ain't got a boy, get back, I'm hard I ain't Wunna spit hard facts, I are Right nigga Yeah, so next time you wanna talk about this I mean you're not really answering calls and I'm with Nate, we chilling Hit me up when you can Peace