Letra
[Skit : Psycho]
Shit like that, that's how I really roll
(I ain't, I ain't care)
It was a 9 to 5 for me y'know (it was like a hobby to me)
I was the gun man, I was the dancer, entertainer, y'knahmean?
(I did it all)
Like I said, I had a deathwish. How I really roll
Ferg:
I got an uncle and his name Psycho
He had a dance and his C.R.E.A.M. go Psycho
He would dance, work out, and fight. yo. ass at the park
(for the bills, for the $100 bills)
And he got 2 sisters prego
He fucked the other 1, to get 1 jealo'
And he took both kids to the ghetto. ass. park
(on the Hill, shit'll get really real)
Where they be drinkin' 40 Oz's
With the brown paper bag full of ounces
No matter what day? you found his ass at the park
(hungry, he ain't fuck around and get killed)
When he got kicked out of his bitch crib...
And he had nowhere to liz-ive....
Always find his ass on the benches layin' in the park
...After dark
[Produced by Lex Luger]
[Skit : Psycho]
Now like I was sayin', I used to go into motherfuckin' the um Obama's club on Convent. With some slacks and shoes on, with the Tec 9 on just... you know what I'm sayin'? Just scopin' out for a bit
Person 2 - Yeah Psych, you used to have the Tec with the good (?)
Person 1 - Y'know we was just hungry like that, too times I shoot in the air without cuz I couldn't get my way & shit
[Intro]
Grandma hid that hammer in her mattress from my uncle
He would listen to Wu-Tang 'fore walkin' in the jungle
Army fatigue jacket, kitchen knife, hope he don't cut you
With a deuce-deuce up in his boot in case he gettin' tussles
[Hook: A$AP Ferg]
(And he will)
Let it bang
(And he will)
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
(And he will)
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Life will work out
How he turned out
Granddaddy tried to help him but he burnt out
He screamed "lazy"
Fuck I want you
Tried to get a job
Block party where the hoochies turned out
They would dance and sweat they perm out
And they scream we got beef keef with the handle with no prob
Cologne and liquor was his odor
Fragrance, of a ridin' soldier
ODB was his persona, he was high on Mars
40 ounce in this some marijuana
When grandma die from pneumonia
Now his life a roller coaster, put that shit on God
[Hook: A$AP Ferg]
(And he will)
Let it bang
(And he will)
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
(And he will)
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
BruH, I miss my crackHead uncle
Sold Him dope in by tHe bundles
Draw down on Him, His own gun tHougH
Fuck about family, wHere's my Hundo
'Fore my clip go knock-knock zero
Fake nigga talkin' bout Q ain't real
18 slangin' that Coupe Deville
Young nigga, young nigga move that dope
Young nigga might get killed
Cuz ain't payin' my bills
Heat make tHe beef get grilled
12 years clutcHin' tHat steel
Pop a nigga more tHan tHem pills
Pistol under tHe sheet when I sleep
Body niggas, I can do beats
I ain't talkin' bout my uncle, tHis me
Made anotHer million tHis week
Swagger make a bili look cheap
I'm tHe reason wHy your momma OD'ed
I'm tHe reason wHy your Homies ain't deep
Now you wanna talk about peace
Get tHe bitches all up off tHese streets
Wonder wHy you rubbin' up feet
If you got High off wHat I sold
How his teeth platinum wHen He on sHit row
Big belly bottle, I could still get tHrowed
Leave a nigga flat till His body get towed
Sad tHat tHe curb got closed
Leave Him with a Hole in his skull
[Hook: ScHoolboy Q]
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
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