Jazzy you stay mad You think you the one But actually I’m the one Let’s get it Martin on the beat I wake up you mad I get up you mad I look at you, you mad Dam girl why you mad I ask you why you mad but you just look at me lookin sad If your so mf mad when don’t u get out my mf pad You stay mad so I had to grab my notepad to write down some bars while smoking cigars And my the way I’m big martin not the little one So don’t come to me thinking it’s gon be fun or else ill go and grab my fucking gun and show you that I’m not the one to be PLAYEDDDDD WITHHH And then I just took a sniff of your armmmpipipit and it smell likes shit and imma throw you in a pit