ROSE STREET Vince Staples

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[Intro]
Yeah, I don't sing no love songs, no
Ain't never sang no love songs, no
Yeah, ayy

[Verse 1]
Baby, how you got that little bitch gettin' you mad?
Got some shit you gotta deal with, pimp in my past
Hate the bitch who hit the killswitch when it get bad
Figure skating, takin' field trips, flippin' them racks
On the back street, ten times ten on the dash
All gas, no brakes 'cause I'm livin' like that
Came up out of every case with my Crippin' intact
She be lying to my face so I hit from the back
Let a real nigga know if you a housewife or a ho
Picked the blacker berry, I ain't dealing with the snow
We ain't gettin' married, girl, I'm gettin' to the dough
R.P. G-O (Yeah) yeah

[Chorus]
She said she in love, what's that?
Trust, what's that?
Us, what's that? Yeah (You know the deal)
I'm married to the gang, don't be playing games (Yeah)
Only bringing flowers to the homie's grave (To the homies' graves, yeah)
She said she in love, what's that? (Love)
Trust, what's that (Love)? Us, what's that? Yeah (Yeah)
I'm married to the money, don't be playing games (It's 'bout the money)
Only bringing flowers to the homie's grave (What's that, yeah?)