Chapo A$ton Matthews (Ft. Vince Staples)

Yeah
What's the word
Young Brick Flair in this motherfucker
You know what i'm saying my nigga? (What's the word?)

[Hook]
This just a day in the life
Let mine hang to the right
We brought them things to the fight
Cold chills rang through the night
Run up, we banging on sight
You keep the chains and your ice
We don’t do shit for the fame
Nigga we came for your life
Westside get it brackin

[Verse 1: A$ton Matthews]
Got pain up in my heart
Got your life up on the dashboard
Little nigga, you asked for it
Big ass .45, knocking shots up off the backboard
Pop a xan and flash forward
It’s nothing to me but a little blood on my sneaks
Get run to your knees in front of your niece
You don’t want it with any one of my g’s
Dump in a trunk, leave you slumped to your seats
Show you my face before I leave your soul to these streets
Got em like “Oh boy, oh Lord”
Mini Van Dan machete waving out the front door
Who want war, you looking at the five six deuce
Drunk driving off the 91
Hope I don’t crash and let a hostage lose
Young and brazy, mama pray that God’ll save me
I’m the undercard but they don’t underpay me
Fiends is itching, know I’m just racing it
There’s money on the corner do you got the heart to chase it
Get off from waiting, pussy