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Freshaun - Real Real Mad Lyrics

I want you to make me mad
Give me something for my pad
Make me real, real mad
Get me real, real mad

I want you to make me mad
Give me something for my pad
Make me real, real mad
Get me real, real mad

Hatas hate, they want to see me yell until I lose a lung
But I'm strong I channel it
Make lyrics burn like candlesticks
You should work on patience cuz your approach
Makes me mad
That'll make me more cash when I put it on the pad
Crazy people holla at me try to see what I'm about
Little do they know I'm nuts
Pertecet, Motrin and such
You wouldn't think that I'm a G
Until you see my history
Swackin' before puberty
I'll give it to yall gradually
So you can push me to the edge
No identity crisis over here my name is Freshaun
My mama named me Freshaun
And you can disrespect me by ignoring Fresh to call
Me Shaun
I promise if you call me Shaun
You gon' make my anger strong'

I want you to make me mad
Give me something for my pad
Make me real, real mad
Get me real, real mad

I want you to make me mad
Give me something for my pad
Make me real, real mad
Get me real, real mad

Yes I'm the king of rap
Hatas don't like when I say that
But I'm the king of rap
King Fresh ain't holdin' back
I can feel you back back
When I present my super swag
You'll be back I'll see you soon
Now watch me go and take the room
Cuz Father God got my back
The messiah got my back
Archangels got my back
Real ones got my back
I got my own fashion yep
Hatas call me pastor Fresh
Ecclesiastics chapter three
Verse three is controversy
To the popular opinion
I bring fun like king's dominion
Little kids say Mr. Fresh
Do your homework
Be the best
Cuz, I'm a do me
Doing me brings an impact
In the streets I'm Fresh
Jealous cats might scratch

I want you to make me mad
Give me something for my pad
Make me real, real mad
Get me real, real mad
I want you to make me mad
Give me something for my pad
Make me real, real mad
Get me real, real mad

I don't think you listening
Let me reiterate again
I've given you so many passes
I'm nice here's another pass
No you cannot hurt me cuz God built me like a gangsta
So I don't deal with wankstas
To the Lord I thank ya
Cuz popo came like cowboys
To my house so they can round up
But they left frowned up
We the victim ground up
I was super duper mad when officers came like that
They almost took my dignity
Slim yeah it got me mad

I want you to make me mad
Give me something for my pad
Make me real, real mad
Get me real, real mad
I want you to make me mad
Give me something for my pad
Make me real, real mad
Get me real, real mad