Psycho freestyle
just a freestyle I don't think I did that bad [Verse 1] I got a head full of static and a mouth full of venom Everybody want smoke till I walk up in ‘em Black hoodie, gold teeth, bad thoughts in the denim I don’t talk real slick, I let adrenaline send ‘em Backstreet bastard with a bassline heartbeat Kick so hard make the whole damn car leap White trash poet with a dark-side artistry Laughin’ at the mirror while the mirror try to haunt me Loose screw mindset, hopped out reckless Walk into the room make the whole vibe hectic Tattoo pain with a chainsaw sentence Every bar cut deep like a prison-yard message I don’t really fit with the fake tough image Y’all internet killers with a Wi-Fi gimmick I was really in the dirt where the cold wind hit us Tryna make pain sound beautiful through cracked-out speakers West coast lunatic, all gas no brakes Cops in the rearview, blunt ash on the plates Mind gone nuclear, heartbeat full rage Tryna keep cool but the beast won’t cage [Hook] Crazy… Everybody say I’m crazy Eyes too dark, mind too wavy White boy chopper go 380 Bounce so hard make the whole block shaky Crazy… Still alive, shit amaze me Talk too slick, girls still chase me West coast raised me, pain remade me Laughin’ while the whole damn world wanna blame me [Verse 2] I got storm clouds stuffed inside my rib cage Bad habits turn a good kid into switchblades Chrome in the trunk and depression on stage Crowd go nuts when I black out mid-rage I was raised where the liquor store lights buzz Where the sirens sing lullabies to white thugs Mama cried hard, daddy stayed high drunk Now I spit flames like a pressure pipe might bust I don’t rap pretty, I attack beats violent Heartbeat dirty like a meth-lab siren West coast night with the lowriders slidin’ Palm trees swayin’ while my damn brain spiralin’ I got scars that I hide with jokes Got trust issues deep as a knife in throats Everybody want love till the mask get broke Then they all run fast when the sad shit show But fuck it, I still stand ten toes planted Middle finger high at the pain I inherited If insanity real then I probably married it Signed my name in blood then buried it Now the bass hit hard and the crowd get wild White boy crazy, yeah I own that style Whole squad rowdy and the cops gon’ profile Still scream “fuck fear” with a bloodshot smile 😈 [Outro] Yeah… West coast psycho with a voice full of gunpowder Still smilin’ through the chaos louder and louder…
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just a freestyle I don't think I did that bad [Verse 1] I got a head full of static and a mouth full of venom Everybody want smoke till I walk up in ‘em Black hoodie, gold teeth, bad thoughts in the denim I don’t talk real slick, I let adrenaline send ‘em Backstreet bastard with a bassline heartbeat Kick so hard make the whole damn car leap White trash poet with a dark-side artistry Laughin’ at the mirror while the mirror try to haunt me Loose screw mindset, hopped out reckless Walk into the room make the whole vibe hectic Tattoo pain with a chainsaw sentence Every bar cut deep like a prison-yard message I don’t really fit with the fake tough image Y’all internet killers with a Wi-Fi gimmick I was really in the dirt where the cold wind hit us Tryna make pain sound beautiful through cracked-out speakers West coast lunatic, all gas no brakes Cops in the rearview, blunt ash on the plates Mind gone nuclear, heartbeat full rage Tryna keep cool but the beast won’t cage [Hook] Crazy… Everybody say I’m crazy Eyes too dark, mind too wavy White boy chopper go 380 Bounce so hard make the whole block shaky Crazy… Still alive, shit amaze me Talk too slick, girls still chase me West coast raised me, pain remade me Laughin’ while the whole damn world wanna blame me [Verse 2] I got storm clouds stuffed inside my rib cage Bad habits turn a good kid into switchblades Chrome in the trunk and depression on stage Crowd go nuts when I black out mid-rage I was raised where the liquor store lights buzz Where the sirens sing lullabies to white thugs Mama cried hard, daddy stayed high drunk Now I spit flames like a pressure pipe might bust I don’t rap pretty, I attack beats violent Heartbeat dirty like a meth-lab siren West coast night with the lowriders slidin’ Palm trees swayin’ while my damn brain spiralin’ I got scars that I hide with jokes Got trust issues deep as a knife in throats Everybody want love till the mask get broke Then they all run fast when the sad shit show But fuck it, I still stand ten toes planted Middle finger high at the pain I inherited If insanity real then I probably married it Signed my name in blood then buried it Now the bass hit hard and the crowd get wild White boy crazy, yeah I own that style Whole squad rowdy and the cops gon’ profile Still scream “fuck fear” with a bloodshot smile 😈 [Outro] Yeah… West coast psycho with a voice full of gunpowder Still smilin’ through the chaos louder and louder…
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