PSOI

(Intro)
I got you in check
I'm sending a warning
I don't need a vest, I don't need a vest
I need an opponent

(Hook)
I put something on it
Put something on it
I put something on it
I put something on it
Put something on it
I put something on it
I fuck till the morning
Put something on it
I put something on it
I put something on it
Pull up and run it
I put something on it

(Verse 1)
Knew I could do it
I put something on it
Knew I could kill it
I put something on it
Got a look from your bitch
I put something in her
I find me a beat
Then I eat it for dinner
When I find me a beat, then I eat it, I'm greedy, we eating, I mean it
Slice up my rivals, I Idi Amin it
How in the fuck can you heat up a phoenix?
I'm already hot
You weren't there so you better stop
I don't think I need a better watch
I don't think I'm ever selling pop
Don't care if I go to hell or not
Me, I'm just making your melon pop, yo

(Hook)
I put something on it
Put something on it
I put something on it
I put something on it
Put something on it
I put something on it
I fuck till the morning
Put something on it
I put something on it
I put something on it
Pull up and run it
I put something on it

(Verse 2)
Rapping till the end times
No bread line, headshot, I protect mine
Pull up in a car, King Kong of the down South
Hear the beat vibe like a bounce house
No detox, blow an ounce down
Al giving me the countdown
They found me in the jungle
Taking uppers in the downtown
Yoshi on the beat now, hit 'em with a ground pound
Used to stay inside, but I'm out now
Cold like Cube, won't you, just, go ahead and bow down
Bitch, wanna kick it like a roundhouse
Thick, and she love it when I chow down
Shit, on these rappers like an outhouse
Wonder why the haters wanna look at my account now
Wanna get drunk, but I push for the chronic
I'm not for the talking, I put something on it

(Hook)
I put something on it
Put something on it
I put something on it
I put something on it
Put something on it
I put something on it
I fuck till the morning
Put something on it
I put something on it
I put something on it
Pull up and run it
I put something on it

(Verse 3)
I'm a native of the greatest city
Haven't come to visit us, ain't tripping,
Just a major pity
Khaled would've called it that
Drink around cul-de-sac
That's a round, straight ballistics what I'm rapping now
I'll be guilty if you pat me down
Never rocked a hand-me-down, never rocked a handout
I just pull the pen out, jotting lyrics to send out
Put something on it, how 'bout ten thou?
Next sound: the crying from your relatives and best pals
For those that miss ill like projectile, the real is back
They get emotional, I'm filling that
Stadium-sized arena before they killing rap
Etcetera, etcetera
Next veteran who step up get checked and rejected
Your shit is ineffective, I'm in it for the rep, bitch
All this Russian liquor got me hungry for a check, bitch
Resurface, just for the weed purchase
The right resources for me to speak verses
A pit stop on the path to be perfect
It was written I would be this fly in neat cursive
Fuck being humble, all this shit is a nuisance
I just wanna grow old and get rich and reclusive
On my Citizen Kane shit, speed off in a strange whip
With everybody gawking at the ho that I came with