Siccadilly Circus lyrics

[Intro]
Huh? (Psyke, psycho, man, it's gotta be psycho)
(Greatness, you know? It's gotta be greatness)
(Can't understand my sh*t, sh*t's all crazy)
Ran that dough (Sick)
I get that-ran that dough (Siccadilly Circus)
(Sick) I don't know which way to go
(Sick) I can’t even-ran the dough
I don't know which way to go (Psychotic)
I can’t even live my life, okay (Psycho)

[Verse]
I can’t even live my life (Psyke)
I know I’m a sacrifice (Psyke, huh?)
I told the devil don’t cry (Phew)
I’m coming home tonight (Okay)
Tell her I don’t want her head, she lice (Lie)
The price just went up real high (High)
How can I be scared? I’ve died (Died)
Look in my mind, I’m psyched (Psyched)
Smoke a big pack, yeah, onion (Huh?)
What you mean the racks ain’t come in?
Last to the bank, come runnin' (Chyeah)
Lancey, come f*ck up the function (f*ck)
I'm the one disturbing London (Yeah)
Come bring the smoke if you tough then (Yeah)
I want the cream, f*ck the custard (Huh?)
That ain’t my dawg, he disgustin' (Huh?)
I’ll live beyond my deceased (Phew)
If I got broke this week (This week, huh?)
I'ma make somethin' shake like Kelis
Black and yellow diamonds and they sting like a bee (brr)
Hit like Mohammed Ali, uh
Walk in the room they can’t breathe (Uh)
Twenty-two girls and I leave (Psyke, yeah)
Twenty-two racks in my jeans (Yeah)
Hop out the coupe, what’s a jeep? (Okay)
Hopped out the womb, didn’t sleep (Okay)
pus*yboy, bring the beef, I'ma eat, steak in my teeth
Jay Trench on the beat, f*ck up the streets
My n*ggas neat, you n*ggas neeks
Met her in Harrods, left her in the sheets (Okay, huh?)
n*ggas won’t catch up to my ting, it’s peak (Huh?)
I’m going beast, yeah, adequately, yeah
Hit up the P.A., you know I ain’t free, yeah
Call me Triple Six, definitely a demon (Woah)
Come down 'til the evenin'
You ain’t in my league, you ain’t in my season
My girl walking Victoria’s Secret
My n*ggas take away your life if they need to (Ha-ha)
Going too different, they tryna diminish
I painted the picture, they copied the image
They started the war, now it’s never gon' finish
I'ma make her a boss, I don’t Gucci her linen (Brep)
Speak on my name and we shootin' and suin' (Pew, Psyke)
[Outro]
Brep-brep (Psycho, psycho)
Brep, brep (Huh? Psycho, psycho)
Brep, brep (Huh?)
Brep, brep