PSA Lyrics

Mister

Never whip it anymore got a Chauffeur

Still sitting on the floor but three g's on the Sofa

Why his bitch so bad man I really don't know a

Good dick big bag motha fucka got Bofa

Deez traits hard to come by

ya heard

Bunch of fucking sheep and you follow

ya herd

18 months since I talked all slurred

World crumbling but all we fuckin do is observe

I ain't smoke enough yet to be talkin out my neck

Getting paid to run my mouth write the motha fuckin check

Uhhh

Can't think of what the fuck is coming next

I'm creeping up with no hood better watch it cause ya fuckin crew next

Go head Bounce those checks over this way

Waiting silent in my tee dish em out like sorbet

Monet

Paint the vision but it ain't clear

If you fuckin with the sound you can thank the engineer

First opened eyes in nineteen ninety five

When it come to the bullshit a motha fucka blind

One generation off from being double oh seven

Tpew tpew make ya mama wept call that shit reverse effect

Like a group chat all my boys got the fuckin tecs

Double n about to pop off you should come in vests

Tryna stop dann like stopping wild fire

Wishin death upon myself never want to be alive

Gotta keep it sentimental tryna see the time fly

Thirty one be creeping up and my son will be five