PSA Lyrics

Mm

Yea

Yea

Aye, Aye, Aye

They asking me if I still rap, like what type of shit is that

The beat and me have combat, so I guess that Im back

Okay

But I never left

Leo said don't even stress

That's LGCY that's on my chest

I prove to them that I'm the best

Okay

All around sniper like im Spiderman I spray

When I put it up it lace

Like Im Klay, there ain't no way

That these niggas fuckin' wit' me

It's disrespectful what they say

My shit flambe, you better pray

You in my face, get out my

Shit get spooky when im in the mood

Niggas knew not to test me

Fabi smoove with the lefty

Can't none of y'all niggas check him

I bag these niggas up they garbage, my shit is Hefty

They wanna take a pic of me

I told 'em get my left cheek, or my right side

Got a great face, not no good side

That's a green bean, that's a bullseye

Niggas talking shit I wish you would try

My shit come in a pool size

My shit hot like the pool side

Ain't no competition man I flew by

Gotta let 'em know who they ruled by, nigga

Yea

I make it look easy I get it

Pen to the page, don't have to erase

Ain't wrote a bad verse in a minute

And if you want smoke, then here you go my nigga

This is your golden ticket

Invitation to elimination, these niggas ain't touchin' my business

Oh my God Im nice

I mix passion and syllables with every song that I write

I strike gold when I hop on the mic

These niggas they starving' to bite

I beat the beat up someone offer him ice

It's light

These niggas they not in my league, they can't compete

Just know they ain't fuckin' with me

I pull up and pop the three, they watching me

The whole gym know it's green

I get to the top spot then I lock it in, and I swallow and drop the key

They can try to scribble up a game plan, guarantee they ain't stoppin' me

It's DB

Yea

Uh

These niggas know that Im cut throat

Niggas talkin' that shit they be barking and shit

But they don't wanna bite like wassup though

And they makin' threats, like I don't know a army of niggas that roll with the gun smoke

And they unload, like binder and lined paper nigga, Im finna punch holes

And Im all on her mind but I don't give her time when she see me she just wanna unclothe

And He paved me the way with bumps In the road, and hurdles that I gotta jump ove

They tried to get up on my level they gave it they all but they really ain't come close

And the respect, when I walk in the room, these niggas they give me the upmost