P.S.A. Lyrics

I made a whole album that I'll never make a cent off

Just because I'm tired of being sent off

This coming from the motherfucker never ever been soft

Couple drugs in my system ima bend off

This flow cut your head off

Joke about it then scoff

Hoes love what my mind crafts I'm digging till the bedrocks

Mama called a hunchback

Told me get my lunch back

Pressure makes diamonds

Now these bitches lick my blunt wraps

Never learning at school

All around natural

If I die shit my soul prolly turn a Nazgûl

Homie saying that's cool

On some shit now my bills stripped with azul

Nothing bout this casual

Cash flow monopoly

God done got to me

Told me write raps

Meaning every lines a prophecy

Prolly won't profit me

Exactly what a profit be

Killed grown men and I pushed their wishes off of me

I've been to the places seen in your nightmares

And bitch I'm standing right here

Quite clear

Turning tables biting mikes ear

My fear right near

Woody and buzz light year

So every days a test never take a rest

They take it on like checkers

I play the game of chess

Cause

This the harder motherfucker with a trust fund

Yo bitch likes my style these fingers she gon blush from

Sucker like a dum dum

Boy you looking dum dum

Puerto Rican baddie and she begging me to cum cum

Mistakes age like fine wine

Fly bitches fine dine

told I got an ego but I really cannot find mine

My rhyme circles drawn using fine line

Mama ain't had shit

Papa worked the skylines

Breed winner born with it

Motherfucker son a

My bitch proportionate

Pouring liquor in her

Really funny how I'm doing this this for the kids

Look mom what mine tabs in Florida did

My life man man you prolly ain't affording it

Borderline unfortunate

Flow and rhyme contortionist

Money means less to me

Think it's called inflation

The only one testing me through it all is satan

They've been

Patiently waiting

For this motherfucker come out harass and then rape em