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lirik lagu ​psychosis – f3nix

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like i ain’t been home in a minute
i just been out
i’m stressin’ ’bout racks and these b*tches
think that i’m keepin’ it real, so tell me i’m not
other people think i’m trippin’
see, no one’s gon’ give me a chance and then i’ma pop
f*ck ’round and run me a million
y’all never gon’ see me in last
if it’s that deep, i’ll fight the devil and his demons

i’ll make amends with all my heathens
i’ll take you out without a reason
poured the four inside the liter
i sold my norco’s, f*ck a re*up
broken arm, it got ’em fiendin’
like what i say, i really mеan it
i don’t got it, b*tch, i need it
all the fakes, you can keep ’em
got ‘еm screamin’, “f*ck f3nix”
got ’em screamin, like—
go, it’s too quick to get him gone
twenty racks will get you off’d
get sent to the pond
you too worried where i be, so get the f*ck off of my b*lls
you not on my level
never happy, never settled
so many racks in this world and i want my percentage
want my bankroll lookin’ better
want my opps lookin’ jealous
like all these riches, you can have ’em
hatin’ ain’t makin’ you cheddar
too much paper in my linen
call my tailor, get it fitted
couldn’t be livin’ so better
you couldn’t be livin’ so sad

never goin’ out bad, facts
get the f*ck off of my ass, i’m back
never jumpin’ out my back
never worried ’bout some cash
this sh*t too fast
double up all my bands, cuttin’ off all of my friends
’cause they too wack
i need a couple of m’s
burnin’ through all of my paper until it’s blank
like i ain’t been home in a minute
i just been out
i’m stressin’ ’bout racks and these b*tches
think that i’m keepin’ it real, so tell me i’m not
other people think i’m trippin’
see, no one’s gon’ give me a chance and then i’ma pop
f*ck ’round and run me a million
y’all never gon’ see me in last
if it’s that deep, i’ll fight the devil and his demons

i’ll make amends with all my heathens
i’ll take you out without a reason
poured the four inside the liter
i sold my norco’s, f*ck a re*up
broken arm, it got ’em fiendin’
like what i say, i really mean it
i don’t got it, b*tch, i need it
all the fakes, you can keep ’em
got ’em screamin’, “f*ck f3nix”
got ’em screamin, like—

go, it’s too quick to get him gone
twenty racks will get you off’d
get sent to the pond
you too worried where i be, so get the f*ck off of my b*lls
you not on my level
never happy, never settled
so many racks in this world and i want my percentage