build it up again Yeah, mad days to shut out the pain - the 7 sins - the sorrows seven You seek wild friendships, but never a friend - it's always mad days
of keys to the studio And I know my fanbase is probably tired of me talking about the struggle But since I resurrected time all the niggas don't want to see me bubble Should I be mad
more and these days dont nobody dont show love instead of lending a helping hand they wanna see blood and these days i know that god be so mad cause
Put me on your motherf*ckin cover to sell your little sell out mag I aint mad I feel bad, heres an ad, heres a poster of Ray-Ray and his dad You wanna
and girls just come follow me I'm the fried pipe piper down with dub and Plug Three I like my mans, freestyle is not my flow But I gets mad respect from
s dad Doing laundry to clean up on reality's fad [Dove] Now we in a sticky situation but we make it FON-KAY And bring it back to the days of watching
sprint, I tell 'em meet me at the spot with some hot ish, They say 'Jimmy you got lyrics?', SON I GOT THIS!! Continuously the past two days kid I been
brother from anotha pop, minus one shot We Neno and G-Money man, we all we got From the stoop to the big dudes, stoppin' us from playin' hoops And us gettin mad
Who woulda thought you'd get popped one time and rap? Now you know that's bad when your sister is mad and your son gotta grow up like, "This is my dad
it blows like a chemical combustion My real name's Dustin, I spit these customs AKA D-Loc, E-Loc's little cousin Don't be mad, be glad, tell your dad
hummin a KISS rock song Socks long to my knees Summer breeze runnin through the leaves Playin freeze tag, can I stay out, please dad? Can I hang wit
I think back to those days that make's me so mad ??? Chasm she had to collapse I'm an educated woman, but I wanna attack Wanna slap my granny, wanna whack my dad
away from back in the lab Now I done bust the next batch down and my face looking drab Uh oh, yep, this nigga done served me some bab Me sad? Naw, mad
my dad had as a lad I get mad at myself sittin in the back of a cab feelin wack as a whip on the back of a slave on a ship back in the days at times
like it's Acapulco Put my momma in a (?) Listen old lady you got three days Cause I'm bad bad Superbad Go run home and tell your mom and dad I'm bad
hell, calling it home Mama say, take your time young man and build your own Don't wind up like your old dad Still searching for them glory days he never
wonderful again Hope my mom and I hope my dad Will figure out why they get so mad Hear them scream, I hear them fight They say bad words that make me
're on a roll? Do you love your life? Are you achievin' any goals? Or are you sad, mad 'cause it ain't your way? Call mom and dad, they'll be glad that
