Psycho Crusher ft. Flxtch! & Father Darko Lyrics

Niggas forgot why muh'fukers respect me

Every time I'm on tracks, 100 percent I bless these

Mics because I'm dead nice, off top like head lice

Every plate I was fed right, every fact should be said twice

Its 2019, and here I stand

Resenting running with collectives who won't hear my plans

On top of promoters who never lend an ear by chance

Spit a rhyme, they get spooked I might steal they fans

Throwing shots at MC's with unfound weakness

But are there any witnesses? None found speaking

Better run while demons got those sounds speakin

Cuz I hold clips long as an Old Town remix

Smoke a nigga then be off the grid, you won't know me

Cloud 9, niggas off the mid tellin stories

But I been hittin stogies, spit flame with no rhyme or reason

Runnin off Community Rappers like it was robbin season

These quiet church mouse niggas in real life be ghost

Get behind a screen now everybody try me most

And they even lie the most, but I'm sleep...

Everybody now a victim and even more is even sheep

Got Adele type feelings, they be rolling in the deep

Bitches break down faster than the promises they keep

Honestly to me, there is no logic basically

Its only brought up, kid, adoption agency

Anybody say I ain't the topic doesn't know me

Masked up, gettin shit poppin like a Vorhees

One on one scrappin, I be droppin em on both knees

I've been in more fights than a waffle house employee

Cuz I attract targets, my words I snap harder

How I stay current with no effort? I'm that martyr

Who will stay intact smarter, while I'm on attacks washin

All them thirsty nerds while they drinkin bitches bath water

..Ya crew think y'all kings then Im a show the frauds

Trouble in paradise when I kick it, thats a Kofi bar

Fuck with me, ain't nothin sweet

Try Wild'n Out on a Con, you'll need D'Wreck to cut the beats

Them lil fellas get mad at me with the raps I wrote

They compelled for the tragedy, snitchin back afloat

Think Umbrella Academy when I @ these hoes

Next rumor I hear, I'm comin at ya throats

I been tryna catch up to where the families at

Seems a lot of bad vibes tryna drag me back

But kept the wheels movin forward thats the aftermath

Of shuttin bitches out gettin pissy over laugh reacts

I shouldn't be here spazzin I just got the need

I get a high off jottin fire, cop it please

My bros inhale the finest, roll the loudest trees

Smoke up, my weed hit stronger than Meg Stallions knees

Say I don't claim my hometown, shits facts

Why claim a town that almost got me killed for 6 racks

No matter how much you love the hood, you don't get it back

It's that same mindset that got Nipsey clapped

It's the same mindset that got Grizzly clapped

And its the same outcome that make me finna snap

Too much talent livin short, its fucked me up forreal b

Thats why I gotta make em feel me before niggas kill me

Goin for the bag is my next route

So keep your hands out my pocket or get X'd out

You cross me, its my people's watchin you

Then it's bald heads to ya flannel, that's a needledrop review

You can catch me out ridin hittin backwoods

Cuz Im a G, move in silence like a gnat do

Im that dude...but you rarely hear me talkin tho

Its why my killshot be outta nowhere like the RKO

Flxtch!