[Chorus: Psychic]

With a mad trick hit the matches be the panic
Pull the tactic in the matrix
Im the manic getting hectic savage manage
Leading a fucking ballistic

X2

[Verse: Just A Kid]

Now, run for the money
Put a tiko down turn a misery to money
Take tiko out
With the words of a killer
Makin all the paper
Im the lyrical hitler
Takin all the shot

Get the fuck out
Got some revolution bar
In it for the game
And we aiming for the star
Man we gettin higher now we drivin foreign cars
Pull up with some bitches cuz we know we gettin far

Mother fucker i ain't got time for your bullshit (yeah)
Its just me and my new shit
I be ridin with the homies on a cruise ship (yeah)
Just me and my new shit

Take it back so
Theres a 5-0
Thats a code code
You would not know
We the saints row
Not the same row
With yo ass hoe
You an asshole
Stabbin all your homies in the back tho
Fuck you

{Verse: ANIMA]

Back to the boost
Spittin propane what i do
Fuck yall pussy ass, hoes im shrome out
Full out, crew out
We the mob spit bout
Truth loud
Fuck u fake ass g come pull up

Hip hop ain't dead
Grip lock spray hard flow
Blow off yo head
Fact track but lit switchin my flow
My flow so rich
Wakanda beast rip all da beat

(Huh)
Damn
Come to the scene poppin senzu bean
Lyke im saiyan king
Cosmic being rhyme machine
I rhyme mean eat your selfeesteem

Chrome to yo dome better run to yo home
Wreck all yo bone then i smoke some cone
King on the throne betta watch your tone
Pussy ass b so soft lyke a foam

[Chorus: Psychic]

With a mad trick hit the matches be the panic
Pull the tactic in the matrix
Im the manic getting hectic savage manage
Leading a fucking ballistic

[Verse: FaTopaz]

We just let go
Go up and down with the flow
Fuck those people
I just want this when i grow
Up, benz that i show up, can't blew it
People will get influenced

From bad diseases
I change the season
Make the people, keep on breathin

By this rap game, not a wack game
Like a back pain, that we maintain no pain no gain
No sayin no name, stop playin what im slayin
Keep up, do u know what im sayin?

They wrote fast, but people won't last
What u say when people do ask?
Generations fucked up
Cuz the inspirations fucked up, bitch

[Verse: Pretty Jada]

Do it, cause you faking
Do it, cause your faded
Do it, for existance
Party till youre braindead
Do it, for the fame coz u lack
Self esteem
Do it, for the team
Say goodbye to your dreams

(say u like hip hop)
Drakes the only rapper that can ever
(make your dick pop)
You have a fragile will, you remind me of
(a flip flop)
Play that uzi banger and that trap shit
(bitch stop)

Look what u did, the culture is fucked
And theres no one to blame
Hip hops a tribe and its fading away
Fuck party culture i dont want it to stay

(ugh)

Fuck the parties, fuck the posers
Fuck the raris, fuck your posses
Fuck your bitch, fuck your clique
Fuck your gang the tribe is dead
My cultures shit but fuck oh well

[Chorus: Psychic]

With a mad trick hit the matches be the panic
Pull the tactic in the matrix
Im the manic getting hectic savage manage
Leading a fucking ballistic

X4