Lyrics:
I’ve spoken art there’s always hope
CC where the pain and passion goes
Streetlights maintain their glow
These Heights hang above and below
And I seen right through ya body (cold heart)
Ride it 'til you catch a child (child, child)
How the hell a snake drive spineless?
Pockets filled up
decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done
And you know lighting up the b foreal
Yeah
Then dat Michael Myers come out
You heard me
Imma let You niggas Know Tho
I aint just on no singing on da album
Psych, Psych, Psych
Next album: Deficit
Psych, Psych, Psych, Psyched
Catch up, motherfucker
always keep trying
It's so tiring I'd be damn if I catch a sucker have my daughter crying
Cause I'd really pop they top off that's just my daddy instinct
Swanging out the ride
Gripping like the tires
It's album number 6 and I still got em by the neck and shit
Another album
More drip
So I got a new necklace
Ion
non-talent motherfuckers are stealing my spotlight in a dumb way
This is no game, this ain't JB, this a straight shoot
I knew by the end of this album, I
[Chorus: PSC]
What would you do if we put it all together
In the form of living legends
On an album all together?
Would you buy it? Would you try
catch me on tha interstate (I10)
actin bad, ho's hollin there he go
who? Boosie bad ass
and these fools know i keep that thang
that go that yard spinnin'
blast him up away
Niggas want me to slide, you
Better catch me up, skrrt
Hop out the Lambo, there's no way
These niggas can beat me, no way
DC the new
wanna come outside and get straight to it
That shit that make you wanna see your mans and get to shootin'
That shit that make you do drive-bys and act
bring? Nothin' but pain and one in your fuckin' brain
Ain't nothin' changed since the album, I'm still wildin'
I'm still violent I've been waitin' for
a Nostradamus
Find that ass on a quick spot, catch you slippin
like ice and silk solks, the cover of your album
be the back of milkbox
See I'm
believe this shit
Second week in June, second night in Cancun
Pop Cris' by the full moon and the stars is bright
Pray to God that I catch me a slide
Time's flying by, no slow mo Tryna catch a moment with a photo
Now we thanking God for the Go Pro
Due to videos, no choke holds
Shady ass shit with
of his life got her away and he won't never catch her
Now she getting dicked down by biz like a stress test
I'm in Little Caesar's eating on some pizza
(Dope)
Witchcraft I do voodoo (Voodoo)
Don't have to lie to me (You don't)
It's only gone cost you (Cost you)
I can find out the truth (Truth)
By
Living the revolution 'till we catch one in the brain
And even then my spirit will return in heavenly form
And wipe the chess board clean, of my enemies
K dot dave
Watch how K dot move, something not like you
Have your gun by you
'cause niggas will try you
Watch how K dot move, something not like you
They actually want
The house smaller so they can be closer
To us
We plant the seed in the vine
All we need is sunshine
(Let me catch that, they say)
All
die genocide the cause
Expect a blood bath
The aftermath is y'alls
I told ya last album, we need help cause we dying
Give us a chance, help us
my money in stacks
And lace my bitches with nine figures
Real niggas fingers on nickel plated nine triggas
Must see my enemies defeated
I catch 'em
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
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