((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))