Psych

Aye, yeah Yo I'm back in my shit You know that you gotta admit I don't know how to go quit Cuz my god giving hints Putting it all in the net Ain't never chasing no bitch Cuz I know who's she with, huh Back on my shit, uh Back on old ways, yeah You seen the side like the old days, yeah You keep me warm on the cold days Sipping the Henny with the OJ, yeah She fell in love with the high I fell in love with the thrive, ohh Why are my numbers triple 5's Change that be coming inside Not as bad as it seems I always have what you really need Used to popping them pills Psychedelic dream Suicidal thoughts got me how I used to be Had to put down them fucking drugs Overdoes twice, ain't enough Tried the find meanings like relationships and lust It's not my cup of tea Only one of them could understand me They hating cuz I'm very fucking lyrical Ya bitches be hating cuz I'm fucking spiritual Deep down inside Been through hell and back, don't compare me from the guys Niggas cannot beat me in the state of fucking mind $200 dollars worth of felon fine Cops that be saying that's him New York yankee cap brim Bitches be saying I'mma simp Give me my dollars Back on my shit Back on my, back on my shit You know you gotta admit Gotta go quit God giving hints, yeah Put it all in the net Back on my, back on my shit Back on my shit Now that you gotta admit Chasing no bitch, yeah Cuz I know who she with God giving hints, yeah Telling me you gotta go quit Back on my shit, yeah Back on my shit, yeah Back on my, back on my, back on my shit Back on my shit