M4.RK - PSYCHO

Don't mess with Ace
Hes a psycho
Mr. Maestro
I got a potty mouth and the title
Stash the cryo
I stay ice cold
Im so fly, the stars, I land on them
This a lay up, upper hand on them
Money crumble like sand, don't it
Any verse that I spit, id put a band on it
Aint no features, couldn't land on it
Spit like I carry chrome
But my bars are more deadly then ten shots to the dome
I out pace any fake rapper buzzing with songs
You mess with ace, just prey that he will leave you alone
On second thought
I stay fresh like a mento
And I'm ghetto
Bars just emerge of the mental
Mix the green in
With the pesto
Love the benjis but I always seem to let go
Money talk, I listen ima schitzo
Such a psycho
Talking shit, I'm nothing nice ho
Burning hot, ima pyro with two O's like Ohio
State to state I wake and bake off the wedding cake till it wake me up
Fifty eights straight to the face for every state I was blazing up
Marksman ima mark out, and I spit loud like it aint enough
Blank page, blank canvas, ima go ahead and paint it up
Foul foul, right next to the goal
You would think this is a pk
I am the best rapper, put it bold, and I am also the DJ
How many bars till I capture your soul, she put my album on replay
She said that I spit it so hard, I said I spit it so easy
I said I really could go far, she said she didn't believe me
Making these beats like Ye
Breaking down bars like Weezy
Fucking identical twins, my favorite order a 3 piece
Rated R for restricted, how is my pretty ass gonna stay PG

What do you say when you see me
Solve the puzzle I be doing the most
Everybody trying piece me
Click correct no P.C
Talk cheap don't tease me
I be quick to turn yo ass to a ghost
I'm the shit no T.P
One year three E.P's
Something light
And that's the truth
Working out my feelings while im working in the booth
Busting through the ceiling, whats a limit to a roof
This banana peeling off the ceiling of the coupe

We should hang like a tight rope
Suicide flo
Growing money on my tree like a pine cone
Ima make bread
Till my eyes closed
Just don't, aye
Don't mess with ace he a psycho
Dont
Mr. Maestro
I got a potty mouth and the title
Call me Cryo
Cause I'm ice-cold
Just don't just don't
Don't mess with ace he a psycho
Mr. Maestro
I got a potty mouth and the title
Call me Cryo
Cause im ice-cold
Just don't just don't
Don't mess with ace, he a psycho
Psycho
Psycho
Psycho
Psycho

Written by:
Mark Moreno

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