Psycho

[Verse 1] I wanna love one woman, wanna raise my kid Get legal papers skip that bid The homies from that gap say I’ll flip my lid Well I did, but y’all didn’t hear it I flushed that squid, for lack of a cleaner term I flushed that turd, let the incense burn My innocence yearn For a narrow path to lay straight like perm Touched the fire got burned My innocence learned, at best I was guilty Fresh out the shower, still coming out filthy Wrap myself up in the holy God that built me His grace was enough, man them streets could’ve killed me But He’s alive, word to Mary Shelley And can’t forget the Mary that carried Him in her belly This is for my fam feeling trapped like Robert Kelly Y’all keep me up at night, mind spinning like Pirellis But I ain’t even tripping though You want that crown, you wear it I’mma play my role like Pippen though I hear your boy look green, and I’m seeing what you sippin’ bro Yeah that kid be rippin’ though, objective is to get the dough But I got a different flow, I’m in there, something like swimwear Y’all think that y’all in paradise but you ain’t ever been there It kinda like you tryna shoot a three from the top of the key When there ain’t even a rim there [Hook] They preaching death, I’m tryna preach life though Child of the day, they want me in the night yo I chunk the deuce, them boys wanna fight though I’m tryna live right bro, they label me as psycho They label me as psycho [Verse 2] I get looks from other rappers, like he still got a J.O Looks from the hood like, let’s flip the yayo Phone calls from peers, “Aye Dre why you lay low? You got bars for days gotta make sure that they know” Nah, I’m a different kind of dude Hot lines fade away, I got a different kind of move I can’t grace the stage just to make the crowd move I would rather fake the track and shed his life on the cool On the real, but some can’t feel that They say I’m acting funny, bring the real back I say they heart’s sick, just let Him heal that They say it’s been nine years, bro where the deal at? I played my hand, I’mma let the dealer deal that Card and go hard on this flesh ‘til I kill that Ha, and put him in a body bag Call Dexter, don’t ask me where the body at I’m a psycho, insane and loco I kidnapped Wit, somebody call the PoPo Too busy living to stop for a photo Way too wired to stop for some NoDoz I’m in the sand with my shades on ‘Cause you can’t always sing the same song They asking "Dre what’s taking so long?" Episode Four, sorry for the prologue [Hook] They preaching death, I’m tryna preach life though Child of the day, they want me in the night yo I chunk the deuce, them boys wanna fight though I’m tryna live right bro, they label me as psycho They label me as psycho