[Intro]
Now the moment you've all been waiting for
[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
Yeah, that double barrel need a couple beams
They wanna chip em I ain’t trippin baby up my streams
That's how I'm swimmin', hear the hissin' from the serpentine
They tryna rattle my cage, I raised the hell evaded cells and won some battles with greats
Die or fall from his grace, banana clips, them crackers wish that we evolved from the apes
Who done see they homies bleed to death?
The ambulance was runnin' late
The homies had to beat his chest, the pages in my jungle book
Is crazy, baby, come and look, bandana Baloo
Big drums and the sticks, band camp with the crew
Made music in feuds before I seen a studio
Glock held the stock, 10 shots like it knew Malone
You ain't thuggin' 'til your mothers know you doin' wrong
He was a soldier, he can't come home, she kiss him through the phone
But y'all ain't ever do what you rappin'
Yankee fitted, barrel kickin' like it's Snoop in Manhattan, Norf
[Pre-Chorus]
Hey, young world
[?] fake man
Y'all know the beef from the hood, it'll never
Tell 'em DJ turn it up, turn-turn-turn it up
The bitches, the chains, respect before fame
Those are things that make the young world go 'round
The riches, the game, the Bentley Mulsanne
Type of things that make the young world go 'round
Now the moment you've all been waiting for
[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
Yeah, that double barrel need a couple beams
They wanna chip em I ain’t trippin baby up my streams
That's how I'm swimmin', hear the hissin' from the serpentine
They tryna rattle my cage, I raised the hell evaded cells and won some battles with greats
Die or fall from his grace, banana clips, them crackers wish that we evolved from the apes
Who done see they homies bleed to death?
The ambulance was runnin' late
The homies had to beat his chest, the pages in my jungle book
Is crazy, baby, come and look, bandana Baloo
Big drums and the sticks, band camp with the crew
Made music in feuds before I seen a studio
Glock held the stock, 10 shots like it knew Malone
You ain't thuggin' 'til your mothers know you doin' wrong
He was a soldier, he can't come home, she kiss him through the phone
But y'all ain't ever do what you rappin'
Yankee fitted, barrel kickin' like it's Snoop in Manhattan, Norf
[Pre-Chorus]
Hey, young world
[?] fake man
Y'all know the beef from the hood, it'll never
Tell 'em DJ turn it up, turn-turn-turn it up
The bitches, the chains, respect before fame
Those are things that make the young world go 'round
The riches, the game, the Bentley Mulsanne
Type of things that make the young world go 'round
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