Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back 8 mile road, and I'm gone, I know right where I'm going Sorry mama I'm grown, I must travel alone
up to a man And I started feelin' proud And I know I'm not his dad But if you know me You know I write songs and makes tracks Ain't really got time for
you I'm just tryin' to get back to what really matters I'm tryin' to search my soul to find out what I'm after But the more I find my voice the more
? Who ain't shy of the pleasure? Just the same Life is a game, I heard the homies say Well, I came to win, so I'm not here to play Have fun, get it Have
to let me reign I will contain you (Pray) I promise I will support my family, slash you (Pray) I promise I will pray every day, I will ask you I promise
Bun B] Bitch I'm coming live from the trunk and I thrive on the funk 'cause I'd rather die like a man than survive like a punk I'm no coward, I'm 'dro
I'm riding with the oak in the dash Got jealous niggaz hating, big time, hoping I crash I can't blame 'em, and on the same note, I can't change 'em Let
're all little bugs and don't tell me to not get high cause i'm as low as i can get without kissing your ass and blowing you at the same time CHORUS:
it, then I get richer Like LL said, "Don't call it a comeback And face the fact, Jack, I'm all that" Here I am in the flesh I'm the funky, funky, funky
around town as if I'm wit Ciara Bow fall off nigga that'll be never I'm rich (yea I'm rich) I can do whatever I get a kick outta shuttin' suckas down
weather Talk around town as if I'm wit Ciara Bow fall off nigga that'll be never I'm rich, yeah, I'm rich, I can do whatever I get a kick outta shuttin
and kissin' Fifteen years, a lot of love is missin' I done already showed I'm not above the dissin' I'ma take what I'm owed, won' wait 'til I'm old
the pen, ya heard? Yo, I stay grindin', everybody counted me out Now I'm rewindin' in my summer beach house If I'm not in the studio, I'm out on tour
, I'm hungry, I smell spaghetti I kick her in the butt and tell her, "Get the food ready" Your dad would probably start trippin' and get me pissed I'd
bitch I'm hungry, I smell spaghetti I pinch her limpy ass and tell her get the food ready Your dad would probably start trippin' and get me pissed I'
I'd have to think about it, I might show up in a tux, HA! but I doubt it. I'll probally just show up naked like i always do, Look your momma in the eye
a sex change I'm havin' a bad day, my fuckin dad's gay I hate fags and I'm fuckin' mad 'Cuz I don't have AIDS, all I want to do is die I tried suicide
berserk [Outro:] Am I A Psycho? Am I A Psycho? Yea I'm a psycho; I guess I'm a psycho Am I A Psycho? Am I A Psycho? Yea I'm a psycho; I guess I'm a psycho