Fiberoptics Vince Staples & The Alchemist (Ft. Boldy James)

[Intro: Vince Staples]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
I spend a extra hundred on it 'cause it's fresh out the box
I bought a spot around the corner just to flex on the opps
Yeah, RIP to [Donna ?], wishing death on the cops
They treat my melanin like something you need medicine for
See, I was born off Artesia, probably die on that bitch
Forty-five with a stick, forty-five fucking kids
So I ain't following no leader, fuck a flag, I got my own
Wrap it 'round my face, I wrap my hand around the chrome
Semi-automatic fire by the AutoZone
Dropping shells with him [?], I swear they'll never fold
Never been no nigga from the block who ever told
Catch a opp, it's fiber optics, watch how quick it load

[Interlude: Boldy James]
Where we at?

[Verse 2: Boldy James]
Had a Bren and a Browning, big MG 42
Mag in the max, I'm Hotchkiss and a Schwarzlose
1931, AK from Finland
7.92 bullets, three millimeters bigger
AS70 by 90 Beretta, brazen
Theodor Bergman in the [bezel ?]
Legs on the m/37, never the lesser
The Breda .38 come with a shell catcher and a compressor
HK21 kept 'em big cans
DS-39 with the kickstand
FN Minimi, M25
Fear the party from Argentina, 7.65
Springfield, fuck around
[Thirty eye six ?] sendin' niggas back to Dreamville
Salvator-Dormus for whoever gon' retaliate
MAC-58 look like it fell off of a battle tank
Where we at?