PSYKENIGHT

It's foot to the floor, no seat I'm ridin' round tank on E The boy just turned to a beast and I know that they know it's me (yeah) I got my own alphabet, it's A, C, I and a D Put down your money, let's bet Let's see who dyin' a G? I know that it's me Leather jeans on in the hood I'm the Flyest to come out of east Who's ridin' on me? Lemme see? I kill a boy on the A13 i pull up on greaze Big greaze with a big G i got a bad B No underwear like IAMDDB And she won't say a sound Big steel under the Jean Paul Gaultier blouse How could they doubt? That me and my niggas the biggest to Do this since 2000 and now I put a 10 on track and After I hit, it's Logic I'm bouncin' her out I'm on my white girl shit Mm, outside and I'm definitely Cashin' me out (Catch me outside, how 'bout dat?) Talk about Talk about, talk about, talk about me You ain't even a boss I pay the cost and I got the receipts F*ck a celebrity, no security Still see me in the streets Like, "Stop, wait Pull up" I need somethin' to eat All of these blessings, praise the Lord DJ, put that on repeat Please don't talk about numbers, little man I could do that in my sleep Please don't talk about skengs One phone call That's a strap with the teeth I'm an alchemist, on a trip How could I slip when I got The crack on my feet? SK's got me standin' well Ain't Obama but I brang Michelle Bouncers know me on the door And they know I'm comin' with gang as well Told the girl, "I don't do the road" But nothin' change, I got raps to sell It's a fast life, I don't kiss and tell Said her name and it rang a bell Tell me what you see when you look in my eyes Look in the mirror, you hate what you see 'Cah pussy, you livin' a lie They wanna 'verse, wanna hang with the gang But they ain't got the vibe F*ck with me, no one can save you Nah, not Allah nor Jesus Christ I pray but I get sleepless nights (yeah) Real haunted ones Pick a lighty and sleep with one About brekky, I'm leavin', hun If the early bird gets the worm first Alright, I'ma see him at brunch Ah, look at me thinkin' dinner If the mandem see 'em, it's lunch Putting on weight I been yammin' this Curry like Bumba I am a goat Used to be skinny like Lancey Foux Your project was shit but it charted though Chippy, I'm the man with the bars That's not gang, that's stars Smokin' this cabbage Might jump on the shrooms Like I'm playin' Mario Kart