Smule - Psycho (Freestyle) lyrics

[Hook] I wanna f** up a check then I look at my demons complain... I got the swag, the juice, I drip on my haters for days... Chasing my demons right outta the heavens, y'all n***as just couldn't behave... Drive through, pull up skeet, I'll get me some p**y to go... I wanna hop on your b*tch then I walk out the room like a boss... Playing my part in this b*tch, I light up a dubbee to pause... Right in the sty for days, I work for a couple of K's... f** if I die today, I'd wake up and do this again... [Verse] f** it I'm right in my zone and I'm working for cash and Vlone... F*cking medusa typa b*tches, turning my d*ck into stone... Started with nothing for something, I'm chasing y'all n***as to poverty... Poverty not for me, shocking these n***as to d**h like Zeus from Greek mythology... Psychology, b*tch I been working for money, you're selling your soul like its property... Life is a b*tch and I'm grabbing that b*tch by the neck just to get her to cough up a cheque... You cannot conquer, putting myself on the spot and I light a dubbee for confidence... Putting a sock in it, putting my soul on these beats not only for hugs and a compliment... B*tch I'm the sh*t and you know it, I'm taking you straight to your doom... Talking to God on the move and discarding my sins I presume... Y'all n***as ain't gotta chill, got problems like me on the loose... The money, the p**y, the fame are just part of my dreams I presume... Working without an academy f*ck it I'm more than a rookie, I ain't gotta prove it... B*tch I'mma s**er for bucks and a s**er for booty and b**bies, psychotic I lose it... I put in work and y'all n***as play rock, paper, scissors for p**y... Admire that p**y? I think of psychotic maneuvers for money to prove I can do it, you knew it [Hook] I wanna f** up a check then I look at my demons complain... I got the swag, the juice, I drip on my haters for days... Chasing my demons right outta the heavens, y'all n***as just couldn't behave... Drive through, pull up skeet, I'll get me some p**y to go... I wanna hop on your b*tch then I walk out the room like a boss... Playing my part in this b*tch, I light up a dubbee to pause... Right in the sty for days, I work for a couple of K's... f** if I die today, I'd wake up and do this again... ***Bickering in studio*** [Acapella] See I'm the priest with all the scriptures... Still getting love from all the dirtiest of sinners... They told me they'd be better fishes in the sea, I got a b**h with new scales and she proud that I'm the fisher... See I'm f*cking up the game, my pockets getting pregnant... Haters getting morning sickness cause I'm throwing caskets... n***as hate saying my work is fake, plastic... Tell em keep the bullsh*t to yourself until your pants sagging n***a Yeah!