Tweakin’ Vince Staples

[Intro: Buddy]
This for the ones
(Never had none and never been bums)
Live by the gun
(Die by the gun, rise 'fore the sun)
Grind for the goals
(World for my girl, lies for the hoes)
Slide for the Cro’s
(Ride for the Cro's, nine to your dome)

[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
Warhol on the wall, ball 'til you fall
Never text, never call, I suggest you applaud
I’m the set's synagogue, get blessed by the god
Don't get clapped on
Just a young black man with a backbone
In a black Comme Homme, Comme Black on
In the Batmobile, black, no chrome, yeah
When Jabari died, was off the porch for homicides
Then when Half had died, I bought some things to pass the guys
But when Johnny died, all I had was shows booked
Down to burn in Hell, I don't care how my soul look
I know you gon' tell, I can tell by your froze look
But I love you still, flaws and all, you my dawg
Put me behind bars and all 'cause we came up at the Park
It's just crazy seein' everybody change when things get hard