PSA Lyrics

It ain't no love on these ends

Do not look for that

Plus it get rough where I'm from

So you shouldn't lack

Straight to the top

When we up ain't no looking back

Do not get hit

Cause I promise them bullets hot

Do not get burnt tho

Shit it get popping like disco inferno

Sometimes gotta step back and pick out your circle

My shawty gone ride got it stashed in her girdle

PSA we do not rock we not fam

I had to trap push a thousand of grams

No pocket watching ain't counting no hands

Self certified I ain't out for no stamp

We can't do biz

I could tell you ain't ready

I'm out for that money

Head straight to the bank

Down on your last and they don't show you love

Gotta question yourself is that really your fam

Ain't no love on these street

Had to learn it the hard way

Life could be sour or sweet like agave

Foot on the gas

Like we up in a car chase

Had to slow down way too fast couldn't manage

If your energy bad

Then you gone too much damage

You reap what you sow

I hope you understand it

You give what you get

And ain't nothing could stop it

Karma go round that shit hit you like magic

Hit you like magic

It ain't no chit chat

Just different deposits

You gotta keep you a stick like the forest

Can't hang no more

I found out you not honest

And if it's smoke

Yea just let me know

We puff it down like a chalice

I was down bad, but was never embarrassed

I kept it real as you ever imagined

PSA, yea that's a public announcement

We do not par

I do not be around them

Head above water way up I was drowning

They ain't show love or support yeah they doubted

They thought I would fold up

Must be going donuts

They selling out, but I won't give my soul up

Ain't nobody tell us that it was like this

Get rich or die trying

You starve or you live

PSA we do not rock we not fam

I had to trap push a thousand of grams

No pocket watching ain't counting no hands

Self certified I ain't out for no stamp

We can't do biz

I could tell you ain't ready

I'm out for that money

Head straight to the bank

Down on your last and they don't show you love

Gotta question yourself is that really your gang

Is that really your gang

Is that really your mans

Is he slime and gone snake you out for the advance

I put trust in nobody

Got couple that's family

A couple gone hate undercover that's fans

It ain't no love ain't no loyalty

Its only greed

So how could we ever be one

And all you had to do was show me your true colors

That's the reason we'll never be gang

PSA we do not rock we not fam

I had to trap push a thousand of grams

No pocket watching ain't counting no hands

Self certified I ain't out for no stamp

We can't do biz

I could tell you ain't ready

I'm out for that money

Head straight to the bank

Down on your last and they don't show you love

Gotta question yourself is that really your gang