Lyrics
[Intro]
This a P.S.A
Public service
I don’t play safe
I just play versus (yeah)
[Verse 1]
I been quiet
Now I’m violent with the silence
Turn a side-eye to a scope on a tripod
Dialed in
Talk slick
Get your jaw wired
Diet soup
I been hungry since the jump
This my final proof
Fuck out my lane
I don’t merge
I don’t signal
I just swerve through the herd
Every word heavy metal
Got a blade for your ego
Box cutter for your crew
Got a beam for the fake love
Sees right through
Magazine full of names
That’s a long clip
Every page just a face I’m a cross off quick
You want war? Say less
I don’t talk threats
I just load up every slight
That’s a bomb vest (boom)
[Chorus]
P.S.A
I’m coming for the top
So make way (make way)
Fuck out my lane
Stay out my way (get gone)
Give me the crown
This is owed
This ain’t grace
If anybody want war
Better aim for the face
P.S.A
I’m coming for the throne
That’s my seat
Fuck out my lane
I don’t brake
I just speed
Give me the crown
I’ve been carving out a space
If anybody want war
Then we taking it to place
[Verse 2]
You was tweeting
I was cleaning out the barrel
Red dot make a mascot out your pharaoh
Big drum on the side like a war chant
Turn your camp to a canvas
That’s a broad stroke
Can’t
You got talk
I got torque and a short fuse
Pocket knife in the sock for the close moves
Long range with the calm hand
Hawk eye
Got a list in a locked file
All crossed
All
This is owed
Run the jewels from the vault now
Got a grip on the game
Hear the bones in it pop loud
I’ve been sharpening my aim in a blackout
Every mark lined up
That’s a stackout
[Chorus]
P.S.A
I’m coming for the top
So make way (make way)
Fuck out my lane
Stay out my way (move boy)
Give me the crown
This is owed
This ain’t grace
If anybody want war
Better aim for the face
P.S.A
I’m coming for the throne
That’s my seat
Fuck out my lane
I don’t brake
I just speed
Give me the crown
I’ve been carving out a space
If anybody want war
We can take it any place (yeah)
Style
aggressive trap beat built around hard 808s and sharp hi-hatssinister bell lead and distorted brass stabs. male vocalstight and punchywith stacked ad-libs on key punchlines. hook explodes with gang vocals and sub-heavy drops; verses keep a marching feel with space for threats and vivid wordplay. final chorus hits with extra risersvocal chopsand a long bass tail for a knockout ending.english
Prompt
Song name “P.S.A.” Diss track, I’m coming for the top so make way, fuck out my lane, stay out my way, give me the crown, this is owed, anybody want war, reference assorted weapons, hard 808s
Credits
Prompt by
LonerStoner
LonerStonerGeneratedApr 7, 2026
ModelZona