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letra de psycho - wit and dre murray

[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 t-rd, 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 k!lled me
but he’s alive, word to mary sh-lley
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 k!ll 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

- wit and dre murray

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