[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
I done beat the brakes off niggas, shot the face off niggas
Pending case with the state, and I'm still out trippin'
All the feds take pictures, fuckin' up my image
Even mama bringin' drama, I don't trust no bitches
See these hoes be out here switching their sides
When its time for the killin' i ride
Look right in my eyes, been ready to die
Risk felony time for threatening mine, better than I, nobody alive
Nobody live the life that I did, fighting to live since I was kid
Playing in the yard with a 30-06
House look like a gun range, room look like a gun store
Either you're gonna know my name, or niggas dying young and poor
Either way don't give a fuck, you gon' find me northbound
With the shit, I'm in the shit, you know I love them gun sounds
7's cry, macs applaud, they taking shots, I had to call
You catch 'em out the shot gun, that's Roddy White from 50 yards
No body shots, I'm hitting jaws
Tryna run you Stephen Hawking
You see I mean this shit I'm talking, you don't want no problem
[Hook: Vince Staples]
Slave to the rhythm, shoot my master in his back
Two dope boys, in the Cadillac strapped
Wood grain dash, windshield stained glass
Beatin' down the ave, like we back sellin' crack
Killin' for the karma, but livin' for my mama
Trouble what the call us, and nothing what they offer
Off 'em, and they wonder why niggas get shot
And they wonder why niggas shot
I done beat the brakes off niggas, shot the face off niggas
Pending case with the state, and I'm still out trippin'
All the feds take pictures, fuckin' up my image
Even mama bringin' drama, I don't trust no bitches
See these hoes be out here switching their sides
When its time for the killin' i ride
Look right in my eyes, been ready to die
Risk felony time for threatening mine, better than I, nobody alive
Nobody live the life that I did, fighting to live since I was kid
Playing in the yard with a 30-06
House look like a gun range, room look like a gun store
Either you're gonna know my name, or niggas dying young and poor
Either way don't give a fuck, you gon' find me northbound
With the shit, I'm in the shit, you know I love them gun sounds
7's cry, macs applaud, they taking shots, I had to call
You catch 'em out the shot gun, that's Roddy White from 50 yards
No body shots, I'm hitting jaws
Tryna run you Stephen Hawking
You see I mean this shit I'm talking, you don't want no problem
[Hook: Vince Staples]
Slave to the rhythm, shoot my master in his back
Two dope boys, in the Cadillac strapped
Wood grain dash, windshield stained glass
Beatin' down the ave, like we back sellin' crack
Killin' for the karma, but livin' for my mama
Trouble what the call us, and nothing what they offer
Off 'em, and they wonder why niggas get shot
And they wonder why niggas shot
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