You know, and I know

That your boy is such a psycho, psycho

Yeah, I'd really like some ice, bro, and nice clothes

Rather pray to God I might go viral, yeah, yeah

Do I fight? No

Unless you're talkin' bout what I don't on this mic bro

I take my feelings and I put them in the light, so

Some people can relate to how my life goes, my life goes,

I'm a good kind of

Psychopath, I know that

The Bible's rad, idol's bad

I go mad on this mic so fast

You might wanna step away before the lights go black

Then you're thinkin' to yourself, where's that psycho at

In the same booth, cause I like those tracks

You really think I'd come out just to fight bro? Nah

I got better things to do just like write dope raps

Sometimes I think that my life's so bad

Sometimes it is, but I fight those bad

Thoughts inside my head, okay, now let's change the subject

I don't wanna be known as an entitled man

I wanna be known as someone that's stayed humble

Puttin' in that grind, always puttin' in that hustle

No pain, no gain, that's how I'ma build my muscle

I bury so much pain that I almost brought my shovel

You know, and I know

That your boy is such a psycho, psycho

Yeah, I'd really like some ice, bro, and nice clothes

Rather pray to God I might go viral, yeah, yeah

Do I fight? No

Unless you're talkin' bout what I don't on this mic bro

I take my feelings and I put them in the light, so

Some people can relate to how my life goes, my life goes,

I'm a good kind of

When they talk about me and their plans

They say that he's the man

All I really need is some fans

And a mic, badda-bing, badda-bam

I need my friends and my family

Add a little cash and a Grammy

And me spinnin' in the middle of a million dollar mansion always trynna be the greatest, homie that'll make me happy

I've been tryna show you what it means to be a psycho

With the lyrical ambition on the microphone

I've been tryna figure out if Imma keep on goin' with the music

But that's not even a question cause that's a mic is where I'll die at home

That's a lil creepy, my bad

givin' me PTSD

From old times feining, too rap

But I always keep it easy quietly

Whisperin' under my breath

Tryin' to get some respect

Someday I'll have them impressed

The truth is my life is blessed

Some days I'll feel depressed

Some days I'll have some stress

Some days I'll have regrets

Go psycho on the mic the best, ay

You know, and I know

That your boy is such a psycho, psycho

Yeah, I'd really like some ice, bro, and nice clothes

Rather pray to God I might go viral, yeah, yeah

Do I fight? No

Unless you're talkin' bout what I don't on this mic bro

I take my feelings and I put them in the light, so

Some people can relate to how my life goes, my life goes,

I'm a good kind of

Okay, I'ma finish with this

Psycho just means I'm lit

I go crazy on a mic like this

But you know I ain't throwin' a fit

I'm just tryna drop some hits

Drop some hits like a brick

That blows you away like the wind

And surprises you just like a blick