Everybody Think That’s Steal [Post Malone, Ty $—“Psycho”]
Got a chain, lucked up.
Got the game fucked up,
like he save his nut
‘til she pay them bucks.
I can’t even catch a bus without press on my butt.
Tryna get a slice of peace but they all on my Hut.
I’m at the picnic table with Aubrey, Nicki, and Wayne,
BBQing you, ‘cause you know we don’t never hang.
Cloud must want a deal, ‘cause you know he don’t never sang.
Rel must want a mill, ‘cause you know he got Google trained.
I’m reading astrophysics. They won’t let me be a rapper.
I’m building biotech, ‘cause they snitched when I was a trapper.
Most not even worth the D. Could call that frequent fapper.
Honor Roll societies. You can’t even read a chapter.
All you want is money, and don’t know how to spend it;
and you look like fauxs, so I’m not sure I should pen it.
The globe stay in my hand, ‘cause I know how to spin it.
Want you to bring them Grammys. They don’t know how to win it.
Like, you supposed to win awards, or you supposed to be in prison?
Like, you supposed to see the warden, or supposed to see the vision?
I kill a bitch, everybody be on my shit.
I lose a brick, all these bitches be on my dick.
You get a mill, you buying jewelry, ‘cause you scared to be corny.
You break a bill, could end a war, but you afraid to be horny.
Scared to integrate, you prolly who gonna ignore me.
You rather fuck yourself, and hear the same fucking story.
Mutant grandkids, and shit.
You only dap ya mans ‘cause he did a bid and shit.
No wonder this world moving in a circle.
2030 and still scared to wear purple.
Find it funny, nobody wants to be Urkel,
but everybody want a hit of that new purp, though.
Sound like some stank pussy to me.
I ain’t in until I’m sure it’s wet, gushy, and sweet.
Merging VR games and atomic polarity.
Wanna give like Lupe when he gave it out to charity.
Know that when I do, these motherfuckers gonna stare at me,
complaining like “En Gedi LLC won’t share with me”,
and the haters crab ‘cause of the popularity.
I mean that. Damn you, you, and you.
Michael in my ear saying I should make this world new.
Seraphim and cherubs saying, if you’re wise, you’ll make two,
‘cause if you give that world to them, you know what they gon’ do…
Or, maybe I’m just psycho.
If you don’t eat, they call that lipo.
If you repeat, they want your FICO.
Yeah, maybe that’s why I’m psycho.
I’m running past exes, and I’m in my pajamas.
On the way to my next- we got din with Obamas.
I won’t say I’m the best, but if I’m not then I promise...
Fuck a rhyme.
Fuck your team, ‘cause I made most of those beats.
Fuck your slime, ‘cause I wrote all of those lines,
and if I didn’t, then it’s credited.
Did all the work. You was on sedatives.
On the BART home with smartphones, like,
I hope this shit ain’t what they said it is.
‘Cause when the website get Reddited,
and startup costs get debited,
they gonna ask you who edited.
Like this shit is unbelievable.
Y’all pay idiots to pay morons to suck.
In a social sphere like that, who the fuck you ‘sposed to trust?
All y’all looking like some snakes in the grass.
Guess that’s why they blow gas money on brass.
Or, maybe I’m just psycho.
They plastic, call that rhino.
She snort work off my iPhone
to keep from being psycho.
When “love” done, I’ma go.
I’ma take a traitor’s money, and bank it on poles, and Rolls.
I’ma Royce 5’9 a fake bitch when she need a Lyft home,
then do polls, just to find a new lady for the Rolls.
If this mixtape don’t go viral, I’ll troll.
I’ma save the “love god” budget, and spend it all on gold,
and when the album flop, and demons come for y’all souls,
I’ma say “Welp. Least I still got all this gold”.
From the mixtape, "love".
By Cloud Heart.
A KrOŏKs® Production.
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