((THIS version provided with speech to text ware))




I got sat down on a curb like I had a sack of that herb
King had a dream man my nightmare’ so absurd
I felt like Maceo with no nextel chirp
Straight out’ da pot make that -- go bezerk
I’ been ballin like I'm too short
Gotta get my ups
I won't even front you new port
They hip you to the game
We gon’ make this here your new sport
Just shipped in some paint
We gon’ stack this for your new court

This ain't the Ruckers but they court
It be madness like march
They run a play off my chart
Then they say when you start

Don't want a Lamborghini and I don't want a Porsche
Let’s say that’ll cramp my style I grew up with a fort
They say that I just be humming like tryna save my voice
I don't eat calamari
That there’s just a choice
Scoot yo’ -- over
Me and my folk been sending them over like we’ playing red rover
Stand up it ain't a thang I'll sell a dead cobra
Y’all be rocking alligators I should hit you with the yola
Sick wit it vitamin e to that bola
I meant Boca man I make that -- loca
I think they’ missing bread like their diet’ low carb
It's ok we’ always on
When yo’ show start
I guess they say they’ saving up
Always on shots rang out
We ain't even have to duck
Like we ain't never gave a ----
Tipping in the middle of the court
Come and match with us


This ain't the Ruckers but they court
It be madness like march
They run a play off my chart
Then they say when you start

This ain't the Ruckers but they court
It be madness like mart
They run a play off my chart
Then they say when you start



((THIS version of Wrecko’s “Caught Madness” provided with speech to text ware))