Текст песни Mad City - Kaelen Ruder

Illuminati hunting under moonlight
Choppa wake the kids that's alright
Yesterday Poppa laid down his life
So we best continue his fight like

How we take down the ops like they a Christmas tree
Lay them six feet under presents below a christmas tree
Nothing I ever got ever was free
I'm like your baby momma I keep all the receipts

Fooled by the banks, drafted in the ranks
Can't catch a break, I'm Saving Mr. Banks
To raving reviews, I'll be on the news
Don't know who Joe Frazier is, cuz I don't know what it means to lose

It's all a ruse they say, don't know about that
Everything I got fitted I'm a new era cap
Probably won't matter out west, they can't get dressed
To save their lives black and yellow like a bees nest

G450 my pilot be my plug too
Cuz being fly same as wearing dope shoes
I never lose in the J's, cuz there ain't no L in Jordan
But Michael got an L that's why we call him EL Jordan

Illuminati hunting under moonlight
Choppa wake the kids that's alright
Yesterday Poppa laid down his life
So we best continue his fight like

How we blow up your crib, so the siblings
Of the big boss can have those great views
While they read the magazine issues
That review how you can be a faker you

Mask off heck it mask off
While we're at it take the fake facade off
You ain't really you when your something your not
I'm living proof buy my sneakers without bots

I see brothers rot in jail, stuck in that hell
Iron Pen prison, who gon post your bail
Your sentence 20 years, hard as shale
My sentences go hard, BAR exam never failed

Wingin it, and thats how I'll make it to heaven
Im not of the world, I don't even want the Ten
The only Off White joints I need i can't really buy
Cuz Virgil be designing those up in heaven

Illuminati hunting under moonlight
Choppa wake the kids that's alright
Yesterday Poppa laid down his life
So we best continue his fight like

The sun may shine, but it won't always tarry
Dips into the ocean, actin likes its Jim Carrey
Yellow skintight cardigan, he win with the PEDs
Melo limelight in Manhattan, he play with the VIPS

Burlap jacket, woulda go yard by the sack
Yaktrax in winter footprints turn the snow black
Cardi B bein honest, turn Kodak yellow black
If im being honest, burn that into my CD stack

Ya'll count down on the New Year i be counting up
Ya'll shy away from danger I greet it sayin sup
Ya'll count down on the New Year i be counting up
Ya'll shy away from danger I greet it sayin sup

Turkish Delight, fly to Turks at night
When we touch down, I can barely see the light
When I hit the the town I am ready for a fight
Cuz in the streets i grip the Uzi tight

Get it right, son, get it right
Pray with all your might that you get another life
Play it right son, play it right
Can't ball in the dark if you balling with the white

I pick up the phone, the plugs on the other line
Telling me that he's got something of mine
Headed downtown with a frown on my face
Cuz if a cop se me smile then imma get maxed

I see him on a corner with a ballpoint pen
Writin my name, back to front, ruder Kaelen
If he looked in the mirror then he'd see a liar
Cuz he charges prices high so his friends can get higher

I meet him outside Mickey D's, cuz he pushin D
Shades like Gunna pimpin like he pushin P
He all in gray, looking like he Robert Lee
Drug dealer nation they be trying to secede

Cuz all they wanna do is in their life succeed
Call my neck a gun cuz my chains got beads
My rolli smith and Wesson it still work when it freeze
Most comments on the Insta like Kaelen got steeze

So I see my man and we talk a little bit
He doesn't know I switched sides, sorry I be two-bit

I walk away with the dough, them my second loves
People see me and they know that's all he does
But can't keep having these prices so high
Or else all the New York homies leave their vices by the wayside

Took the R train to Chinatown, get a bread sandwich
Chinese with degrees, they rise like degrees in Greenwich
Farmed rice where they growed up, except when the rain glitch
Become eyewear pros, that's a Nintendo Switch

Back in it, Patek on it I'm blowin up like challenger rocket
Packin it, tacky with it I throw down like the young bucks
Out here getting buckets I am Giannis with the bucks
The ops want them a pound of flesh or 30 ducats

Ain't no pin on me, im google maps unmappable
I see red through my eyes thats cardinal directional

Turkish Delight, fly to Turks at night
When we touch down, I can barely see the light
When I hit the the town I am ready for a fight
Cuz in the streets i grip the Uzi tight

Get it right, son, get it right
Pray with all your might that you get another life
Play it right son, play it right
Can't ball in the dark if you balling with the white