Psycho Lyrics - Always Strive And Prosper - Asap Ferg

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 ass at the park 

(For the bills, for the hundred dollar bills) 

And he got two sisters preggo 

He fucked the other one to get one jel-o 

And he took both kids to the ghetto ass park 

(On the hill, shit to get really rich) 

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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, nigga cause I will do damage 

Doubt it, [?] what, I am nothing to manage 

My life cut deep, nigga I'm nothing to bandage 

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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 ass at the park 

(For the bills, for the hundred dollar bills) 

And he got two sisters preggo 

He fucked the other one to get one jel-o 

And he took both kids to the ghetto ass park 

(On the hill, shit 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 ass at the park 

(Hurry here, fuck around and get killed) 

When he got kicked out of his bitch crib 

And he had nowhere to lizz-ive 

Always find his ass on the benches laying at the park 

At the 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 tech 

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 shit 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 motherfucker you see I'm talking right?