크레딧

실연 아티스트
A$AP Ferg
A$AP Ferg
보컬
Sam Barsh
Sam Barsh
건반
Danny Keyz
Danny Keyz
건반
James Alsanders
James Alsanders
드럼
Daniel Seeff
Daniel Seeff
베이스
N Grier
N Grier
백그라운드 보컬
Jeff "Gitty" Gitelman
Jeff "Gitty" Gitelman
기타
작곡 및 작사
Darold Brown
Darold Brown
송라이터
Sam Barsh
Sam Barsh
송라이터
Khalil Abdul‐Rahman
송라이터
Michael Volpe
Michael Volpe
송라이터
Daniel Tannenbaum
Daniel Tannenbaum
송라이터
Daniel Seeff
Daniel Seeff
송라이터
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
DJ Khalil
DJ Khalil
프로듀서
Clams Casino
Clams Casino
프로듀서
Todd Bee
Todd Bee
레코딩 엔지니어
Steve D
Steve D
믹싱 엔지니어
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
마스터링 엔지니어

가사

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) 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 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?
Writer(s): Darold D. Brown, Daniel Seeff, Khalil Abdul-rahman, Sam Barsh, Daniel Tannenbaum, Jeffrey Gitelman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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