The Book ft. Psyck Lyrics

3 minutes to launch don’t give a squanch

Got Morty like Rick talking shit in my taunts

Gentlemen Only been only my lonely

Chilling on islands Bahamas and Coney

Blu is my homies white got me going

Next on the roster it’s real when you’re moaning

Turn off location you won’t see my zoning

Always been me I ain’t ever been phony

Rock in my ear none you niggas can hold me

Pass me that shit like you dishing a Spalding

Shots of tequila these people keep folding

Never reveal all the cards that your holding

Give out advice might go into consulting

Yes I will shoot if your fist dare assault me

Yes it will pop if your words feel insulting

Stay with my Glock and I won’t be defaulting

I wrote the fucking book

I wrote the fucking book

I wrote the fucking book

I wrote the fucking book

I wrote the fucking book, Aye

I wrote the fucking book

I wrote the fucking book

I wrote the fucking book

I wrote the fucking book

I wrote the fucking book, Aye

Got bars but no Xannies I stick all my landings

Sometimes I go rogue, but I like when I’m planning

I come off demanding my presence commanding

My tolerance high cause my chakra outstanding

Bitch why you lazy I’ll leave your ass standing

Take off and grow, I stay up, I’m not landing

Keep me a new bitch they say I’m enchanting

I got hella pull like you fucked up your hamstring

Terrible pull makes you wanna relax

I don’t believe shit til I get all the facts

Got MK11 I’m feeling like Jax

I have to be crazy it’s what I attract

I hit the big apple I’m pro with my Mac

Lieutenant like Johnny I’m bringing the Gat

I scare the “ypipo” like what’s up with that

I’m 6’1 and manly they scared cause I’m black

I wrote the fucking book

I wrote the fucking book

I wrote the fucking book

I wrote the fucking book

I wrote the fucking book, Aye

I’ve seen all these tricks, I seen all these games

I’ve seen all these tricks, I seen all these games

The Phantom is matted, She got my name tatted

Say what I think and my words come out jagged

Your eggs in one basket, my team we be passing

I stay at Mean Green like I’m Joe I stay gassing

I’m named after Christ and you’re missing your passion

Post that thirst trap with that deep meaning caption

Don’t like to talk I’m like more bout my action

If your dead weight then I must be subtracting

My money stay up cause the government taxing

Roll up the 20 I’m hitting that Jackson

Always alert so you won’t catch me lacking

Eye for an Eye got me feeling like captain

Talk way too much and you always be capping

Always pull out I stay quick with extraction

This is that real nigga flow, this the adaption

Saint in the game and my name gaining traction

I wrote the fucking book

I wrote the fucking book

I wrote the fucking book

I wrote the fucking book

I wrote the fucking book, Aye

I’ve seen all these tricks, I seen all these games

I’ve seen all these tricks, I seen all these games