Award Tour Mike G (Ft. Vince Staples)

[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
I constantly get the feelin' that Satan watchin' me
Nice stroll on a quest for a soul, probably
But luckily I gave him mines a long time ago
Fuck you expect when child's momma and father gone
But truthfully I ain't got no life, a lifeline my brain's dead
Strobe lights gleam as I dance with the devil
Ski mask and a shovel, the Grim Reaper, dig deeper
Into my mind tryna figure where I'm comin' from
Hell's basement, my bloodshed on gray pavement
Tryna meet death I guess, but shit I hate waitin'
Not only do I hate God but I hate Satan
Such a hater, I despise how I hate hatred
It's kinda dumb I see, but school was never fun for me
So I brought a gun with me, got tired of them fuckin' with me
So if Christ got a problem he can come and get me
And I got a sword for his side if he think he slick
To tell the truth I blame him for the mood switches
Guns for your gods and a noose for the cute bitches
I see you looking at me
Your smile is more disgusting than you wantin' to fuck
But still it makes me happy
Because what else I got?

[Bridge: Mike G]
Everything that you deserve
My logic to fill my pockets, build a billion off of words
The fame is secondary, because Washington was first
I came, saw, and conquered, gave you all that I was worth
Ugh, yeah
What more could you ask for?
They gave up on me, I wish you would have told me that before
I gave you everything, what more could you ask for?
Except for all the worlds gold, this is my Award Tour