Nojo Da Kidd - PSA Lyrics

Ever since a youngin
I been a sleek improver
It's the weak remover
Through the speakers
Speaking to ya
You couldn't walk my shoes
Like you used to wearing pumas
I'm used to getting brain
Till it feel we sharing tumors
How you acting round ya homies
Barely suit ya
Look like a buncha
Bitches and ima share the rumor
Yall said I dont got flow
And also failed consumers
But homies that will smoke
You quicker than you can sale
A hookah
You cant chew me
I go hard as stale bazooka
Leave Marks like barracudas
Put arsen to your ruler
You marching with the cooler
And nah I ain't the bad guy
I'll hit ya with the frieza
If you wanna act fly
You ain't my brother
Bitch I'll make you suffer
Fed ass bitch I'll show you
Under cover
And that goes for all of em
Bitches hating
I wont use a 40
Just pure asphyxiation
But when I need a shooter
I ain't calling Rudy
I know a couple hitters
For the call of duty
We'll put some money on you
So you better lay low
Or better pray to God
Hope he bring ya ass a halo
And I ain't playing games
Though its what my passion be
Just wanna kill em all
Born into assassins creed
Sorry for the tragedy
But yall always fly
At half the speed
I create this masterpiece
And burn out a couple calories
Pussy say he after me
Dont ever test the majesty
Should change my name to Billy
The way I blast the beat
Call this shit the massacre
Ya rappers just some caterpies
Dont ever step to battle me
Dont ever step to battle me
Double A flow
That's a brand new pack of batteries
Body every beat
They like damn you passed anatomy
Damn his ass is accurately
Stacking a catastrophe
I just thought the rappin beast
Only spot out blasphemy
Ain't no body passing me
Unless its bagged
And at the streets
The coroner on the corner
Always just sittin
Back and laugh at me
This ain't even half of me
Step up in my lab and see
That every beat they stab at me
I leave it as a casualty
You cant spell I'm casting three
Wizardry
We mastering
Might check ya womens walls
You might think I'm f*cking Plastering
Since a child bastarding
I been writing massive ink
So either stay in your lane
Or keep ya seat belt fastened in
Wake the f*ck up
Watch me tear the roof off
All you suckas trying
But I feel you got ya juice lost
Ima f*ckin lion
But you sweeter than a tooth loss
Its nojo wa kid bitch I got that new Sauce
That boy f*ckin fire
You can tell by the intro
Bassline so hard
Shatter all ya windows
Homie talking shit
But I just hear the windblow
Running with the realest
Never squealing out no info
I been through the struggle
I been due to hustle
I Been tryna ride
Talkin Benz to a muscle
F*ck the nice guy
It's the end to being subtle
I might pop ya like the bubble
In that die game Trouble
On another note
Lemme flip the page
Dont tell my ass to vote
That'll put me in rage
Kill em with no pressure
Shit dont make me add a gauge
20 or the 12 put an end
To your days