"Season Of The Psychos" lyrics

"Season Of The Psychos"

A hunnid miles and I'm run-and-gunnin' the e-way
This year, Halloween fell on a weekday

Uh
Double boxed the car
I won't slip, I got too far
I pull strings, sing you a song
AR is my guitar
Fuck your muscle, there's a special graveyard for bodyguards
Walk up out the party scarred, broke jaws and har-de-hars
You ain't never packed your shit in the front, Ferrari cars
Love the green, gold and purple, color of Mardi Gras
The talk to me is business, fuck all the malarkey, dawg
Cowards hide in uniform, inside their heart be fraud
I'm a visionary, brand too strong to be a subsidiary
Arrows target all backs, even gotta get rid of family
My feet should be sandy, garage large, and a live-in nanny
Journeymen'd rather have our jobs, dickriders spare me
They got the itch again; I'm servin' you smoke for listenin'
Cold as Michigan, grew up rough as your bitch's skin
This a different pen, sounds like bullets when whistlin'
Even relationships won't get you in

The ride is never steady, obstacles could be deadly
Sticks don't gotta convince me, I've witnessed it all already
I can handle my own weight, shit is never too heavy
Amazin' with erasin', act like you never met me
A hunnid miles and I'm run-and-gunnin' the e-way
This is top tier shit, worthy of replay
Smokes in the air, keepin' the streets gray
This year, Halloween fell on a weekday

Season for the psychos, the Jacks, Normans and Michaels
Niggas never had my number, they'll lie on a stack of bibles
I'ma make 'em pay for comments back then, my rap is spiteful
It ain't show up in the wash, it gets rinsed, I'm back in cycle
Be careful what you write though, let's just say you made a typo
Before I catch you on the rebound clear this shit out like a ISO
It's the passin' of the banners, a massacre on the canvas
And I'm solo, I don't trust a passenger 'cause they scam us
Ya'll done cast too many stones, ribs crackin' to get you fearless
See your favorites in my rearview, I'm backin' up in my cameras
Go ahead and hang yourself, plenty rope in my arena
Hear me laughin, everything is a joke to a hyena
I'll be damaged goods, won't know how to cope without a beamer
I needed someone to humble me, but never found the feature
I done seen too many dark days, comfortable around the reaper, this is ether
From here on out there's nothin' cheaper nigga

Ride is never steady, obstacles could be deadly
Sticks don't gotta convince me, I've witnessed it all already
I can handle my own weight, shit is never too heavy
Amazin' with erasin', act like you never met me
A hunnid miles and I'm run-and-gunnin' the e-way
This is top tier shit, worthy of replay
Smokes in the air, keepin' the streets gray
This year, Halloween fell on a weekday


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