Psycho Lyrics

Genius with a pen

Imma killer on the mic though

Way I think of rhymes you would think that I'm a psycho

Genius with a pen

Imma killer on the mic though

Way I think of rhymes you would think that I'm a psycho

Genius with a pen

Imma killer on the mic though

Way I think of rhymes you would think that I'm a psycho

Genius with a pen

Imma killer on the mic though

Way I think of rhymes you would think that I'm a psycho

Genius with a pen

Imma killer on the mic though

Way I think of rhymes you would think that I'm a psycho

I go

Crazier than Ye sometimes bro

I know

Niggas shouldn't play wit a psycho

I know

Bitches wanna play wit a psycho

Rightful

Wanna play the game till we spiteful

You can pick a day to be wifey or be rival

Cocky motherfucker

Only way I can survive bro

Narcissistic asshole cause I got it outta hell

Homies never asked me if I ever did well

I don't even blame em how the fuck could they tell

I was holding on the ladder when them motherfuckers fell

Every single day as a man is a confrontation

Got fire that stays inside me but lightning is my connotation

Confrontational, filled with rage and I'm still not too accommodating

Ain't sugar coating or compensating

I'm contemplating on dominating the whole national rap game

Yeah nigga pass that chain

Guess this shit never ends

Ain't trippin though cause I lapped mayne

End the live when I say hi

Guess even wastes can be half brained

I got depressed but I got up and now y'all fucked

I got phat gains

Smoke weed cause I'm scatterbrained

And I'm more focused at that pace

Even sober I'm hella closer to greatness than that rat race

Don't stand for no bullshit

Like cool bitch

You a lamp shade

I ain't signed to a label bitch so you can't stop what I'm saying

I'm fighting that good fight I ain't letting no one take free speech

Controversy until I die while I'm on the mic

Who's with me?

Fuck around and I'll catch a vibe and I'll rhyme well into my sixties

I'm Writing rhymes all of the time out at Popeyes wit that six piece and them biscuits

That's Sick shit

Don't blink or you miss it

Too ahead so I can't quit

Seven different levels of competitive

Representing my city

Nobody better than me bitch

And I done got love for all you

But trust me you don't wanna get in that ring with me

Cause I'll slaughter you

Like a teenager mama who never wanted you

Nigga aborted *poof*

I would be sorry but nope, I got that dog in me *woof*

Plus I think somethings aloof

Fuck I just toasted the booth

Cause I'm a psycho mixed with the maestro

I'm dynamite as I light up these rhyme schemes

You wish you was my team

I'm blowing off my steam, bitch

If anyone is more psycho than me

Please remind me

Fuck you kindly