[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