Black Oprah Vince Staples (Ft. SK Do Magic)

[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
I need a sixty minutes
We leave you on the cement, we creeping, the windows tinted
My nigga, I’ve been authentic
You mad ‘cuz you minuscule
I will snatch your forbidden fruit
Show your daughter what dick’ll do
Crime rate through the roof, one time missin’ proof
To sit us in the cell, so we givin’ niggas hell
Ship it, zip it, sit it on a scale
Do it in reverse though
Fuck being broke, it’s way too commercial
Bruh did things should’ve been in a hearse for
Bodies on the waterfront, washed another hurt soul
Never gave a fuck though
Laughin’ in the gun smoke
Hammers like the depot and tablets like the drug store

[Verse 2: SK La'Flare]
It’s HOV­
Got the block on swoll’ like Sub Zero
And you know, I’m La Flare, I ain’t got no heroes
Tell them niggas to beware. We ain’t got no fears, ho
This is rare, you could find them niggas at Sears, though
I’m one of a kind, I don’t even try
Gunnin to shine, I’m running your mind
Killing these niggas, one at a time
Play my song, the function is mine