lt-902 - psychotic lyrics
i made it from the bottom
i made it from the bottom, yeah
lt on da beat
cold gang! coldtown!
i lost my mind, ran outta time
i’m going insane; i’m psychotic
i am demonic, i am not iconic
i am not symbolic; n-gga i done lost it
i’ma shoot this b-tch up, commit to
triple homicide, before the feds come
do a lil suicide, the rules don’t apply
i applied then got denied, yea
i’m going down like a landslide, on the roadside i’m undersupplied, i’ve gone psychotic, on the blind side, trying to be on the high tide; i don’t like to go outside, i’m psychotic, flight threat cause the white people see me and they get terrified, petrified, disturbed
voice reverbed, ate dirt, sick of this sh-t so i used to whip n-ggas wit shirts
bullet through my brain, feel my pain
i been praying, i ain’t playing, lt crazy, b-tch everywhere i go i make sh-t shady; i’m f-cked up, done goofed it, want that bentley truck, and my d-ck sucked, slit throats, slit wrists, no upside to this triple homicide, no roller coaster ride, no nationwide, no tour guide, this is real life, i’m psychotic, demonic, not iconic, or symbolic, i’m chaotic
i wanna die in the tropics, oh so exotic
b-tches got me erotic; od on xans, no antibiotics, this is chronic, i’ma human not an object, but i’m rotten, i’ve rotted; this is off topic but i’m toxic, i’m an alcoholic addicted to electronics, electrocute myself, wouldn’t that be ironic, i made it from the bottom, i made it from the bottom, i made it from the bottom, yeah
yuh, n-ggas don’t know this yet; lt gon’ be dead, one day i’ma perish, leave the planet; like a dad who gotta run some errands, n-gga i’m careless, name sherif, not sheriff
makin’ waves, cookin’ beef, please raise awareness, yeah please raise awareness, aye yeah
strap me in the chair, bong over blunt
f-ck a b-tch no truth or dare; i’m not a younging no more; i’ve seen discipline; made some bad decisions
they don’t see the vision; i’m wide awake dreaming, they hate me, they get no reason collision, division
f-ck a television; i’ma christian locked up, in tuition
n-gga’s shooting n-gga’s missing
this sh-t is written; on the mission, i’ve risen, lock me up in a prison
i’ll get my wisdom, no special edition
i wrote that description, let me be forgiven, i’m psychotic, psychotic bruh
lt on da beat, yeah
lt on da beat, yeah
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