Pryde - PSA lyrics

[Intro] Ricky Shabazz... I hate you I hate you Yeah! Let's go [Verse 1] If it ain't about b**bies, then I ain't part of that Rocksmith wear, Louis belts, and starter caps I be from where spaceships come, where craters are, where Martians at "Screw you guys, I'm going home", I'm Eric Cartman When I'm chillin' in a hoopty Rolling like the finest, address me as your Highness Boy, I'm sicker than a sinus I'm reclinin' kind of fine with the fact that I'm ridin' peaceful Timeless as time goes by, when it's empty I get a refill What's the deal with you? Sorry, what's the deal with me? Shinin' like a silver peace Hot girls wanna chill with D But they only like me for my bill like they're Hillary I hit a chick like giggity, 'til she's k**ed like her chivalry Haters threat and groom me please Your something like my bill receipts; overdue Sorry dude, I'm up in Little Italy Swervin' up spaghetti with Sicilians that be in to me Cause I'm so decorated and lit up, Mr. Christmas-Tree And every time I hit the beat, I'm something like a legend gone Call me Mr. Pryde, address me as the upper echelon Every time I mess a song, I wreck with any texture, form I call any instrumental my pièce de résistance, I'm gettin' on So timeless, I k** it by the summer While you stupid teeny-boppers always live your life on Tumblr, s**a! Now bring that fat bu*t back, and baby let me put a flag on that Put a flag on that Flagship