BagBak Vince Staples

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[Verse 1]
This is for my future baby mama
Hope your skin is black as midnight, I'll take you out that Honda
I can put you in a Benz, I can balance out your chakras
Fornication is a sin, we can fuck all night regardless
Our father art in heaven as I pray for new McLarens
Pray the police don't come blow me down 'cause of my complexion
Everybody think they know me now 'cause I'm chicken-checkin'
Negro, you are not my homie, how dare you think it's different?
Boy, you trippin'

[Chorus]
Gas break and dip, the cash came, I flipped
And stacked that, yeah, I stacked that past the ceiling
So sacrilegious, don't ask to chat
And don't ask for pictures, back back, I'm trippin'
Back back, better back back, you don't know me
Better back back, better back back, you don't know me
Better back back, better back back, you don't know me
Back back, better back back, you don't know me, homie

[Verse 2]
Boy, I'm buoyant, we are
Floatin' on the peons
Go in 'til they take my bro and 'em out them CDCRs
Prison system broken, racial war commotion
Until the president get ashy, Vincent won't be votin'
We need Tamikas and Shaniquas in that Oval Office
Obama ain't enough for me, we only getting started
The next Bill Gates can be on Section 8 up in the projects
So 'til they love my dark skin
Bitch, I'm goin' all in