PSA

PSA Skeamz Skeamz Yea PSA Check it Verse I Pump the bass Phily in outer space cause the L I faced Ciroc no chase at the pearly gates just for heaven sake Work no break and the bars I make gives rappers the shakes Game is First Take when she masterbate clappin patting cake Can you relate, can’t fake I cum fashionably late Flow innate I rate your girl an 8 got class and we mate Can’t fuck wit Finago I'll turn on A-holes like tables Revenge'll be fatal boil you and then hand you a ladle Backwards from the grave to cradle from local to labels I'm real you niggas fables, paper view and you cable Thought patterns unstable while I lick on her naval Need such a big payroll the treasury is unable To me pay my salary songs hung in a gallery Burn mics like calories swag from another galaxy On a mission send tracks to the mortition For my audition got beef start shit like an ignition, nigga You ignant nigga don’t get it Got bitches of all pigments gon dig it Thought it was your a figment Of your fucked imagination This generation no patience Want paychecks heat like invasions I'd rather write on vacation Siphon gas from the station and squeeze wit no hesitation Bet the next nigga don’t, choke a bullet go through your throat Joke artists I provoke, sleep on me poke her she woke Breast stroking to stay afloat, you loaf and ya paddle broke All about mozzarella, can't see me you Helen Keller Hustler like Rocafella, and twisted like some propellers My metaphors go over your head like an umbrella Thumbin like bank tellers, a Simpson cause she was yella Nigga what is the dilleo, no strings attacted to silly hoes Pearling honeys with Phillys bro, you fuckboy I’m like really doe Knew when it was sold should've rolled, you niggas fold When you hold 'em like Texas told him, class 420 enrolled him On my pole that’s my todom, dick overload dem implode dem Tryna quote my speech, gotta decode at my podium Swear I was speaking in tounges right out speakers they from Feel In the air hung bet I could leap on the sun Spit like bullets that’s flung, flow as unique as they come Kill a beat that’s red rum, like busting heat in a slum Bet no polices will come, and Skeamz'll flee from the scene You crossing in my red beam, a hitman working for free, so pay me Outro Second Nature Gang bitch Catch up catch up Shoutout Mac Miller keep it Easy Mac Public service announcement, gave you something to bounce wit, smoking about a ounce bitch I'm gone