SHADOW PSYCHE (feat. Jake Stonezz & McCandles)

Thinking 'bout my life on the Causeway, on the Broadway, slinging broad day

Outta Mississippi with a heartbreak, from a dark place to a light shade

Been that and I been there, just pick a place and we can go away

Pick your poison and I'll get the plate, make sure it's ready, I don't wanna wait

I'm in Uptown with a lotta cake, got a bad bitch, she a figure 8

Yeah, her ass fat like a diabetic, I don't really hit it, I just like the face

Told her pick it up 'cause I don't like the pace, then put it on me in a quiet place

Trigger warning, bitch we really on it, put the pistol on him if he try to play

I ain't skipping on him, I'ma flip it on him, then peel off like I'm in a race

These rap **** so cap, I was doing dirt way before I ever made me a track

I was in the trap, feeling so trapped, now I'm in the backseat with a pack

I be rolling gas, **** in last, I be in first place with a smile on my face

I be tryna stay up out the way, **** tryna get up out they lane

I might have to up it at your face, fuck ****, stay up in your place

Stay up in your place.

Better stay up in your place

Walk around with a smile on my face

It ain't sweet—don't try me, that'll change

I think this is why they stay away, couple hoes wanna take a flick with Jake

Woke up mad, I ain't taking shit today, get a bag, had to make a bigger play

Yeah, I had to make a way, I'm with Lucy, she wanna take a trip today

Wearing Gucci, felt like I should drip today, all my exes feel stupid 'cause they let me get away

Yeah, I know how these bitches think, on the way to a play on the interstate

Had to stop and get Woods and some Minute Maid, if you're wondering, I can assure you I'm straight

I remember when we was on Medicaid,

I remember when we was just riding around

Might let off some rounds, must've smoked the whole pound

Thinking he fucking with me now? Must've smoked some shrooms

He don't know what to do, must've smoked some Delta 8

I be really in my space, planet of the fucking apes

Pop out with a .38, what you wanna do, say say

I just popped out, say say, make a track star out some FILAs

Talking 'bout aye "bay bay," ain't no pin in the K

That bitch gon' really spray, that bitch gon' really spray

You don't know what to do when it's really on that pace

And you'll know what to do when you really off in that place

Really off in that room and ain't no fucking space

Yeah, ain't none, just to—the beat go off?