Turn Vince Staples

[Produced by No I.D.]

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
Woke up walking on water, ditching my alma mater
Made a lot of mistakes from mimicking ways of my father
Father, can You forgive me? Sinning since I remember
Back when Grandaddy died, that was a cold December
They closed his casket while my motherfuckin' hope was in it
Soon as you come out the womb, they hanging rope for niggas
Groomed for the stone and the tomb, going for broke and shit
We bend that, push shit back, the Devil coaching niggas
Telling 'em to shoot, like a title on the line
When it's judgment time, I doubt that God can look me in my eyes
'Fore He send me down to Hell, 'cause I'ma ask a Nigga, "Why?"
Never played it by the book because the Book was full of lies
And the preacher full of shit, and the teacher full of shit
Used to boo me from the bleachers—that, I'm never gon' forget
Eating five-dollar Little Caesar's pizzas on the WIC
'Cause my daddy left my momma for the motherfuckin' pen (Yeah, yeah)