[Intro: Matt Bates]

NYTRO, turn it up!

Yeah

Josh, turn it up!

[Hook: Matt Bates & Stevie Bands]

‘Boutta’ go psycho, psycho

Goin’ through the cycles, cycles

And I feel like I’m an idol, or at least I should be (Ahah)

And you better watch out for me

Psycho, psycho

Goin’ through the cycles, cycles

And I feel like I’m an idol, and I’m coming for the title (Ahah)

And you better watch out for me (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Stevie Bands]

Too cold, how this bitch so icy (Yee)

I’m all ears, so you gotta’ speak precisely (Yee, rrah)

Piped up in the twilight zone, peep my psyche (Peep my psyche)

Watch how you talk, where you walk, tread lightly (Uh, tread lightly, uh)

Add a twist in it, and I spiral like (And I spiral like)

Got the vision on it (Vision on it), break the cycle like (Break the cycle like)

I’m high up in sky, man it’s quite a sight (It’s quite a sight)

Came from the asteroids, delta through the night (Yeah)

Triple, triple threes on the time tonight

Breaking curses in this generation (Uh), and I’m ‘bout to go

[Hook: Matt Bates & Young Jknife]

‘Boutta’ go psycho, psycho

Goin’ through the cycles, cycles

And I feel like I’m an idol, or at least I should be (Ahah)

And you better watch out for me

Psycho, psycho

Goin’ through the cycles, cycles

And I feel like I’m an idol, and I’m coming for the title (Ahah)

And you better watch out for me (Three)

[Verse: Young Jknife]

I’m coming for the title, I ain’t speaking on no belt (I’m not)

Bitch I’m higher than the clouds, I ain’t worried 'bout my health

I’ma cut his body up, and leave his head on the shelf (Bitch)

I’m a real ass gangsta, ain’t trippin over Twelve (Camp)

I let shots out, when we pop out bitch

‘Cause I’m the real G.O.A.T. (Real G.O.A.T.)

Cop that boy a vape, bitch, ‘cause it ain’t real smoke (It’s not)

Always keep a drake’, bitch, and my 12s OVO (Du, du, du)

Whip that ‘Maro, lane switch, know this bitch rip up the road (Skrt)

Told her call me Jeffrey Dahmer, ‘cause I took her heart out

Boy you used to get yo' shit took, so how you hard now? (Three!)

[Hook: Matt Bates]

‘Boutta’ go psycho, psycho

Goin’ through the cycles, cycles

And I feel like I’m an idol, or at least I should be (Ahah)

And you better watch out for me

Psycho, psycho

Goin’ through the cycles, cycles

And I feel like I’m an idol, and I’m coming for the title (Ahah)

And you better watch out for me

[Verse 3: Over The Classic & Matt Bates]

Okay, yeah, I get it (Ugh)

Revvin’ up the engine (Ugh)

Niggas carbon copies, hit recycle then delete

No need to hurt no feelings, most my shit revealin'

Had to play my part, had to picture me the villain

I work too hard, work two jobs, to be two-side in this bitch

I got two girls, who got two girls

And they bicycle this shit

All my life I had to pay rent

All my life been stuck in that ditch

All my life I had to go cycle out, and then break out that bitch

Spend a check and get it back, all my commas get a stack

Steady revvin’ up the engine

Motorcycle off the back (Yeah)

[Outro: Matt Bates]

‘Boutta’ go psycho, psycho

Goin’ through the cycles, cycles

And I feel like I’m an idol, or at least I should be (Ahah)

And you better watch out for me