PSA (feat. TyLen)

Boom bap is wack said the dumbest niggas ever Turned you to a ghost I'm the killer face made of leather The cookie is crumbling showing your fortune you tattle teller Fucking with me you lost your sense white food or Hellen Keller My mind boggles while time toggles like Joey said The messages I projects at times be going overheads These jits they be flexing like they really bought it with they bread Your moms cops your J's for holidays just go to bed My main chick b stuck to my side like we siamese-ing Industry fugazi thugs only be slime for a season Then poof they fly cripping and say they been blue since semen Catfishing ass rappers who do you believe that you deceiving Frying these fish smelling aromas of bitch But damn these niggas salty like I put too much of seasoning I don't like to think before attacking You a titty baby I was sipping Similac and Bih you always calling for your momma when it's cracking Action happen no words straight to slapping I was fighting niggas in the rain Couldn't win that match so that nigga snatched my chain Momma beat my ass said that shit ain't come for free Came to school next day made him feel my pain And that was third grade How you think that shit aged And a nigga started rapping here nothing personal I just think I'm better than Got some niggas shooting they ain't wearing letterman's Took him straight to heaven but I sure sent him a letter man Told him you don't come around We was partners back then what's the difference now You just think that you shit and pissed me off Shut the fuck up bitch before I make another nigga make the news Spent Houston nights broke that was inner city blues If we had some peanut butter nigga that was food Tell him he can rap now I'm thru