Chorus:

Pen on paper, that's what I do

Spittin' lyrics in my best friends booth
Silly (*##$es stuck in the loop
I scream '$#&@ you' if you disapprove,

My fans in the crowd, hands up
Fans in the crowd, hands up
Fans in the crowd, hands up

Fans in the crowd.
x2


Verse 1:

Psycho parkway, hey (*##$ I'm back,

Brain damage like meth and crack,
Looking at my future like
God damn man I need to get them stacks,

Locked down in my room with
Some notebooks beats and 2 fifths,
Think about my career and I

Notice that I haven't proved %#@!, so
Time to step up my grind
Lately I waste too much time

And I need to get back to my rhymes
Cause I know damn well this world is mine
Spit fire, suns core

Don't believe it? (*##$, hit the door
My team loud, and my fans loud
We gonna rock until we hit the floor

Green light go, (*##$ you know
When I grab that mic you better drop it low
Exposed like the Truman Show

No holds barred, anything goes
Killing %#@! since 96,
Hot as hell, I'm devilish

But still cold as my persona
And I'll break you cause I'm a rebel, (*##$ go.


Chorus: x2

Verse 2:


Bottles popped, they turnt up,
10 whole grams got burnt up,

$#&@ whoever disagrees because
They don't concern us,
It's a long $$# road I'm walking on

With obstacles like Donkey Kong,
Rip this %#@! like a stoner's bong
Cause I'm made for this, you can't tell me wrong,

I got about two years of my life left
So I'mma give this %#@! my $#&@ing best,
Stealing fans, that's grand theft

Young forever, I banned death
Mercy's what these rappers need
I'm charging all, like a bull stampede

Girls still screaming Frosty, please
I'm busy (*##$, get off your knees,
Hold me down, cause I'm going off

Lyrical miracles don't stop
Half you rappers make me sick,
Hey Dr. Carter, *cough cough*

YMCM (*##$es,
I only listen to Drake,
Half you rappers making buck, but

All you !@$)gots fake, so

Chorus: x2


Verse 3:


Call me clutch, I rock the beat
#~!!@ MCs, come taste defeat,
A lot of you guys are mostly weak, so

Go ahead and pass that throne to me,
Like Drew Brees, I'm going deep
Talk %#@!, (*##$, get put to sleep
Downtown 615 we swish all night
Like Kobe Bryant's threes

I keep my dreams on padlock,
Hating (*##$es, hop off my jock
Like Twisted Sister, I wanna rock
So let me in, knock knock
If you $#&@ with me, then stick around

I'm on the rise, I want the crown
In too deep, I'm about to drown
So I'mma hold my breath
And not go down,
School just didn't do %#@! for me,

Sick rhymes in my inventory,
For those who aren't aware of my $#&@ing story,
I'm doing all I can to do to taste the glory,
Broke yes, but I'm still living,
Cause one day, I'mma be winning,

I dream big and I stay grinning,
Frosty V is in the $#&@ing building, hands up.

Chorus: x2