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Lil Psvcho

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Still ain't hear about no fuckin' deals

First album I was in my feels, second album, gettin' off the pills
Third album switcha demographic, still ain't hear about no fuckin' deals
Wachu you mean I ain't skip a meal, always starvin' up in Pine Hill
magnifying glass tryn'a find a mill, my mind feelin' like a mindfield
Two cribs up in Glassboro, bounced out f*ck like roommates
Hadda go and get own my spot, packed up with my suitcase
and my toothpaste, tie my shoelace, college life, chuck a duece
Keep spittin' til my heart goin' waaay off the beat like it's Blueface
And ugh... blah blah blah, you could find me at the Wawa
My doppelganger at the register, he was like I'm ya faja
Shoutout to ya maja, she about to slide like the cha-cha
Tell ya rappers, take one big look at ya dreams, tell 'em bye bye
You aint tryna see Psych is in his bag, no hooks, I could fight with a jab
Knock em 'out, throw some ice on my hand, the 2019 Viper is back
I'ma killer with the mic in my palm, lil crazy but I'm rightin' my wrongs
Yo flow don't fit right in a song, dryin' out like some rice in a phone
I ain't competing with no one from Jersey, rappers start hatin' the second they heard me
They was like damn thats the kid who was nervous, that was the kid who was lookin' so worthless
That was the kid who aint have any purpose, put 'em on stage and he closin' the curtains
Too many bars, can't fit in no curses, anyway f*ck it ain't nobody perfect
F*ck it I'm swirvin, lookin' like cursive, verses lookin' hearses
Fightin' a war with the Persians, lookin' like hearses coming at me and my persons
F*ck it I wonder what work is, I'm tryna focus, I got too many diversions
Me tryn'a fight with myeslf, kinda like science verses all of the churches
Tryn'a stack up my wealth, shit is it worth it? Drivin the whip with no permit
Tight, my flow is a virgin, you gettin' fucked by the industry, thanks for ya service
Ridin' my wave like a serpent, the smoke clears and the Psycho emerges
F*ck it I wonder what Earth is
F*ck it I wonder what Earth is

Wishin' on a star, how I'm not a star
Head up to sky and all, but don't cry at all
Wishin' on a star, how I'm not a star
Head up to sky and all, but don't cry at all

I had it with rappers I had with cowards I had wit with bitches, I had it with caine
I had it with talkin' all day to the devil, I had to get clean, I had to get paid
I hadda just go and just get in my bag, and shoutout to all of the rappers who hate
I had get smoke, I hadda get cash, I hadda get happy for all the pain
I steady been blowin' my music, waking up throw all my money oh well
All of the shit I'm just jotting on down, prolly gon take you muhfucking hell
Gimme a bag and I'm bussin', I'm outtie, pressing that button and gimme a Audi
Prolly gon' f*ck all the bitches around me, prolly don't f*ck with whoever surround me
I was just trippin' off dope its astouding, throw all my money inside of a fountain
You wish on a star, you wish you a star, you wishy and washy like scrubbing a car
WWE with the Devil, gimme da belt tell 'em get on my level
No Undertaker but I gotta shovel, die in a riot, you say you a rebel
I was just lighting my pot to the kennel, listen to Eminem poppin' them Skittles
Pussy ass rappers they gettin' belittled, someone tell Malcom don't get in the middle
That pretty bitch up and played me like a fiddle, now I just ride with no headlight, pididdle
Whoa, whoa, and f*ck all you rappers you really a enemy
Waking up biting my flow you centipede, tell me like who in the f*ck is you finna be
Hop that in that bitch when I wanna
Hop in that bitch with that new marijuana, prolly lookin' like iguanas
Prolly cookin', Aunt Jemaimi when I'm in the kitchen cookin' for ya momma
South Jersey lil product of some problematic addiks tryn'a gossip
Or da preppies up in high school, just a lil fetti to entice you
To wanna go and wanna change from a nice dude to new derranged LiL PSVCHO
Seein' money but I'm seein' the pain, so don't forget the fuckin' V in my name
You keep playing with my heat and the flame 
Dawg you couldn't put it out in the rain

Wishin' on a star, how I'm not a star
Head up to sky and all, but don't cry at all
Wishin' on a star, how I'm not a star
Head up to sky and all, but don't cry at all
I'ma catch ya'll later I gotta try and find my way home and shit

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