pycho ever since my brother died I'm going crazy I no I ain't no blood but my mind is goin brazy goin pycho in the head think somebody need save me I can't trust no nigga I can't trust no bitch pass me the glock and load the stick made a promise to my moma and ima keep it and get rich I've been tugging in these streets niggas actin like they cold so I gotta keep the heat niggas claiming that they real that shit got me hella weak can't leave the house with out my gleek I been out the way runnin up a bag in a week I've been sippin on this lean and I've been gone off this wood niggas say they want the problems they can find me in the hood if u talk behind my back please don't smile like it's good cause I no that chu niggas fake u can't keep it 100 say u got bag then run it I do this shit 4 real on my moma I ain't fruntin niggas say they want me dead and I ain't runnin Balmain on my pants why u niggas bummin 40 on my hip I swear that's how I'm comin thuggin in the the field just trynna get a meal just trynna touch a Mill