PSA Lyrics

Um, hello?

Uh, is this thing on?

Hello?

Can anybody hear me?

I think I got some shit I need to get off my chest

Since a lot of you bitches been talking shit for the past 2 years

And I been silent, tuh

You know, I been trying to be on my humble shit

Focus on what's important

But, it's a lot of jealous, hating ass motherfuckers out there

Niggas really think they could bully me?

Aight, bet!

PSA (Listen up bitches)

Listen, it's time to address some shit

To those who think they know it all

But been guessing shit

In my business, like I yelled, 'next guest!' and shit (Next on line, please?)

10-piece combo? (spits)

And I still cash my check at 6

And then I'm gone in an ubski

Black on black Ksubi's with the tag ripped off

And a beetlejuice hoodie (Beetlejuice, beetlejuice, beetlejuice)

You really thought you'd book me

Without a checkbook? Tuh, boy

You'll never get to book me

Or look me in my face again

Yet I'm the one whose pussy?

You forgot that I was fucking yours

And knocked you out like Snooki?

And you took it like the bitch

Instead of the man you never could be

Would be, but your bitch Tina wear the pants

And she fuck you with a strap

That's why you bleeding out your ass

Still creaming out your ass

And got the nerve to keep speaking out your ass

Dick-eating out your ass

But don't be cleaning out your ass, ha

Don't make me clean it for you

Or you'll be screaming out your ass

Public service announcement

Never disrespect me

Just a heads-up to any bums trying to test me

130 pounds, but nobody never wrecked me

Pressed me?

You could slap dick if you ever left me

PSA! Never disrespect me

I crashed your left eye

No disrespect to Lisa Lefty

No TLC, no scrubs, except the ones you see when you leave the EMTs

Or watch on ABC while you hooked up to IV

I know it seem like I be capping in my music

Shit, I barely be rapping in my music

But one day, they gon' kick 'em out the classroom within my music

No Nick, No cannon, but they'll still be blasting my new shit

In detention, wildin' out

Screaming, 'Who the fuck is Aggy M

Now they want to get to know the name and play pretend

And when the fans walk up to me and ask me

'Who write your stuff, Aggy?'

And I tell 'em, 'Oh, well, you know, mostly Pac, sometimes Big, and even Kurt Cobain…

… and John Lennon invite me out for lunch at Tavern on the Green

And DMX and Pop Smoke hit me up and tell me I'm the next king

I'm Bill Russell with the rings

Mohammed in the ring

You Levander Johnson in the ring

No disrespect to the dead

But you can call me Young Jeff

Dahmer, or the Killer, bitch

You can take a guess

I'm the King of Hearts, bitch, now off with your head

Yeah, the Queen of Hearts is dead with four to the chest

So fuck what you said

Fuck what he, she, they say, and everybody said

Because I'm the next Adolf

The next Bin Laden, the next Bundy

With a statue and a day off in my name like Columbus

And all of the above, bitch

Now bend down, take it like a slut, bitch

Because I'm done with you dick-riders

Shit, y'all been raping me

And I let y'all because I still get to bust a nut or three

And if you keep riding me, it's Final Destination 3

I ain't got much else to speak

Let me take a leak

Yeah, drink up pussy

You gon' really rest in P

Public service announcement

Never disrespect me

Just a heads-up to any bums trying to test me

130 pounds, but nobody never wrecked me

Pressed me?

You could slap dick if you ever left me

PSA! Never disrespect me

I crashed your left eye

No disrespect to Lisa Lefty

No TLC, no scrubs, except the ones you see when you leave the EMTs

Or watch on ABC while you hooked up to IV

Haha, bitch

You think you TMZ but you really 13 sitting on a screen

Reading scary stories about me

No wonder why you can't even sleep past 3

It's a monster in your closet? Or is it just Aggy… sweetie?

Haha