Psycho

Psycho (精神病) - A$AP Ferg

Written by：Darold Brown/Sam Barsh/Khalil Abdul-Rahman/Michael Volpe/Daniel Tannenbaum/Daniel Seeff

Ah yeah

Ah yeah

Ah yeah

Ah it was all at the park

Colonial liquor was his odor

The fragrance of a rider soldier

ODB was his persona

Oh you want the power

I got an uncle and his name psycho

He had a dance and they scream go psycho

He would dance work out and fight your a** at the park

For the bills for the hundred dollar bills

And he got two sisters preggo

He f**ked the other one to get one jel-o

And he took both kids to the ghetto a** park

On the hill sh*t to get really rich

He used to have the braids with the cuts in his body

Most stucked out kept the hammer with his mommy

Grandma had the arthritis pain in her body

Kept the burner in the mattress so her son don't catch a body

Gassed and he danced smoked crack with his posse

Front flipped through a building window land in the lobby

He was cut like bruce lee but he didn't know karate

He came home bloody screaming nobody can stop me

Nobody can stop me I'm the baddest survivor on this planet

Fifty niggas better kill me ni**a cause I will do damage

Checked out the psych ward I am nothing to manage

My life cut deep I'm nothing to bandage

I got an uncle and his name psycho

He had a dance and they scream go psycho

He would dance work out and fight your a** at the park

For the bills for the hundred dollar bills

And he got two sisters preggo

He f**ked the other one to get one jel-o

And he took both kids to the ghetto a** park

On the hill sh*t to get really rich

Where they be drinking forty ounces

With the brown paper bags for the ounces

No matter what day you found his a** at the park

Hungry ham f**k around and get killed

When he got kicked out of his b**ch crib

And he had nowhere to lizz-i've

Always find his a** on the benches laying at the park

After dark

Don't get it confused uncle psych I love you to death

Just wanna get a couple of things off of my chest

Growing up you always was buck-wilding with stress

And though I'm older now I don't know how to forget

I used to wear your timbs around the house when you left

And if you had an open soda I would finish the rest

Pretend I'm older I like the liquor odor you left

Then put your camouflage vest on like I'm holding a TEC

Then point it at the mirror like I'm holding your rep

Though that mirror wasn't me but it was you I reflect

Wanted to be like you jail tat on the chest

With the rugged cornrows and a stab on my neck

I'll rob sh*t like that you know

Cause I'll rob anyone I I don't care

It was a 9 to 5 for me you know

It was like a hobby to me I was the gun man

I was the dancer entertainer you know what I mean I did it all

Like I said I had a deathwish I'll rob anybody

Aye hold up you see I'm talking right