This track is a vivid portrayal of the artists' experiences in the gritty world of street life, drug use, and the pursuit of success. The lyrics reflect their journey from humble beginnings to achieving wealth and recognition, as they navigate through challenges with resilience. The references to psilocybin and Adderall depict their encounters with substance use, while metaphors like "bouncin' 'round like Super Mario" and "closet look like Narnia" illustrate their newfound affluence. However, they also express a certain disillusionment with fame, hinting at the superficiality and treachery that often accompany it. Ultimately, this song is a testament to their survival instincts and determination to rise above their circumstances.
Psilocybin
Lyrics
Mm, mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, uh
Floatin' off the psilocybin, bouncin' 'round like Super Mario
Go to war wit' the militia, you gon' have to get yo' army cloned
Flyin' in from Michigan, could tell 'cause I got Carti's on
Turn the celebration to a tragedy, do party's wrong
Closet look like Narnia, designer, that shit color-coded
Hustle for three hunnid' nights, I bet I spend the summer loaded
Brodie came in sparkin' pictures, had to strike a pose for Logan
Sippin' right behind him, twenty coffee cups, he pourin' potions
I done over did it on the geekin', need a lower dosage
How you ballin' but that shit non-profit? You just focus hopin'
Goin' through the motions, up and down, just catch me rollercoastin'
Would've thought I drove over a skunk, 'cause what I'm rollin' potent
Pop-up shop in Houston, next day, catch me at the show in Oakland
Crankin' off a Addy, my bitch whinin', tryna' blow my focus
Said you need some yeah from what's-his-name, just hit the sto', he posted
Boy, you bogus, I don't even switch lanes when I'm goin' bowling
(Boy, you bogus, I don't even switch lanes when I'm goin' bowling)
Pshh
(Boy, you bogus, I don't even switch lanes when I'm goin' bowling)
Get 'em
Pop an Addy, bitch, I'm finna' take you on a rollercoaster
Shit ain't changed, I'm the same one, used to roll on trollster
You might not see me at the trap, knock on the door, it's open
For thirty days we finna' bang out, the whole October
Pull up and go, this ain't no hang out, we rollin'
Pull down the street and hit the lights, say, "What you want?" I bring it over
I know some shit that blow it up, got boulders bigger than yo' shoulder
I'm really done servin', I'm just sellin' weight, I'm gettin' older
They ain't let me in the door, I kicked it open
Every time you see me out, I'm fresh as hell, them pockets bulgin'
I ain't buyin' no mo' jewelry, I got chains and plenty Rollies
I'm finna' start buyin' buildings, kickin' niggas out who owe me
Pick that bitch up out the dealership, Shit, we drive it like it's stolen
I done been through most the realest shit, but I ain't never folded
Anywhere, I go out wit' 'em, like Lebron, they say I'm GOAT'ed
I've been gettin' this shit so long, I made an M and ain't even notice
Bitch can't fit up in my schedule, I made her leave a notice
Made her sign an NDA, no takin' pictures, ho, you bogus
I'm the man around this bitch, no, they ain't come to see you, Otis
Bro been locked up for so long, I had to look him up on OTIS
Motherfucker
Writer(s): Phillip Peaks, James Johnson IV
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
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