[Intro]
Yeah
(JabariOnTheBeat)

[Chorus]
I-I had just ran me a mission inside of my head to find out if I'm really as fucked as I feel
Y-y-y-yeah, and I'm really that psycho for real
Look at this graveyard my brain tried to build
And how could you hate with no bills?
I hit that bitch, then I'm gettin' the milk (I'm out)
'Cause I'm sick of workin' shit out
I'm takin' the TV, the fridge, the bed, the house

[Post-Chorus]
Pass me the blizzy again
She tryna link and get busy again with the mouth
I can't let nobody trip me again
I'm focused on funds comin' to hit me again
I'm paranoid out, keep on hittin' my pants
I guess I don't need to be haulin' these bands around ([They?] fill up my pockets)
Me and Jabari just got the sound
Now wе gon' burn everyone еlse to the ground

[Verse 1]
I walk in the spot, I walk in with the pound
Plus I got some dogs that walk in with the rounds
This stoney on me pointin' up to the clouds
Studio sesh turn into a crowd
I'm pressin' the button, I'm nukin' the town
I'm pennin' my feelings, I'm gettin' 'em down
Like, how would you feel if I wasn't around?
I try to be happy, it doesn't work out
[Verse 2]
Bitch, it's twelve hours, I done said enough, yeah
Fuck it, I'm hittin' the town, I lace up my shoes and I roll up my loud, it's up
It's that money and the power, and I can't get it enough, yeah
So tell that lil' bitch to come look at me now
Once she see how I'm glowin', I bet you she proud (Uh)
I ride 'round the city, I'm lookin' to turn up
You see my blade when I'm liftin' my shirt up
I saw her pussy when she lift the skirt up
Swear I'm the best thing that you never heard of (For real)
This pack I been blowin' from somewhere in space
The smoke hit my eyes and I feel like I was maced (I swear)
I sit at the table, I'm sayin' my grace
Then payin' the bill, and I'm clearin' my plate

[Chorus]
Frankly, I ran me a mission inside of my head to find out if I'm really as fucked as I feel
Yeah-yeah, and I'm really that psycho for real
Look at this graveyard my brain tried to build
And how could you hate with no bills?
I hit that bitch, then I'm gettin' the milk (I'm out)
'Cause I'm sick of workin' shit out
I'm takin' the TV, the fridge, the bed, the house

[Post-Chorus]
Pass me the blizzy again
She tryna link and get busy again with the mouth
I can't let nobody trip me again
I'm focused on funds comin' to hit me again
I'm paranoid out, keep on hittin' my pants
I guess I don't need to be haulin' these bands around ([They?] fill up my pockets)
Me and Jabari just got the sound
Now we gon' burn everyone else to the ground