Back Sellin' Crack-Vince Staples/Schoolboy Q

歌手 : Vince Staples / Schoolboy Q

专辑 : Stolen Youth

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:51

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TXT Back Sellin' Crack-Vince Staples/Schoolboy Q 文本歌词

I done beat the breaks off n***as

Shot the face off n***as

Pending case with the state

And I'm still out trippin'

All the feds take pictures

F**kin' up my image

Even mama bringin' drama

I don't trust no

B***hes

See these h*es be out here switching their sides

When its time for the killin' I ride

Look right in my eyes been ready to die

Risk felony time for threatening mine

Better than I nobody alive

Nobody live the life that I did

Fighting to live since I was kid

Playing in the yard with a 30 06

House look like a gun range

Room look like a gun store

Either you're gonna know my name

Or n***as dying young and poor

Either way don't give a f**k

You gon' find me northbound

With the s**t I'm in the s**t

You know I love them gun sounds

7's cry macs applaud

They taking shots I had to call

You catch 'em out the shot gun

That's Roddy White from 50 yards

No body shots I'm hitting jaws

Tryna run you Stephen Hawking

You see I mean this s**t I'm talking

You don't want no problem

Slave to the rhythm

Shoot my master in his back

Two d**e boys in the Cadillac strapped

Wood grain dash windshield stained glass

Beatin' down the ave

Like we back sellin' crack

Killin' for the karma but livin' for my mama

Trouble what the call us

And nothing what they offer

Off 'em and they wonder why n***as get shot

And they wonder why n***as shot

Where you at where you from

Cause it's hot where I'm at

Any time of the day you get robbed you get jumped

It's a game we play to get paid

For the wants to the needs to the young

Snakes slide through the grass

Blades slide in the back

Of the used and abused

Tryna walk in my shoes

Get tripped by my fuse too short

Ask God what you want

He said I want your life

Well I ain't live mine right

But if I do the crime I do the time

I ain't scared of s**t I was born to die

Extended clip big 45 been quick to trip

Been lost my mind

When I die please don't let mama cry

Cause she know it had to be him or I

And I got caught slippin'

Get a gun and go knock that n***a

Run up on him no mask

No feelings no room for that

They shoot at us

Then we shootin' back

Burnin' shells till I burn in hell

And I'm cool with that

That uzi packed

I done learned a lot in these 19 years

Lot homies ain't shed one tear

God decide what my curfew is

So till that day

I'mma do my s**t

I proved my s**t

They know my name

Not proud of the outcome either have regrets or

Be out young don't sleep

Slave to the rhythm

Shoot my master in his back

Two d**e boys

In the Cadillac strapped

Wood grain dash windshield stained glass

Beatin' down the ave

Like we back sellin' crack

Killin' for the karma

But livin' for my mama

Trouble what the call us

And nothing what they offer

Off 'em and they wonder why n***as get shot

And they wonder why n***as shot

I took the blue pill and its evidence was shown

Homies from elementary some them n***as gone

I got this c*****e

But my stove ain't turning on

I got that knock knock

Uuh yeah you know

Riding in tHe whip for sure

No Ls in the whip for sure

All the homies strapped but it ain't for show

Tryna hit a lick no envelope

N***a w**d ain't the only tHing get smoked

Cuz got ghost 'fore He even got ghost

Cuz got toast

And he ain't old enough to drink

Shouldn't been singing

Now his a*s Murder Inc

Sunny LA where we never need a mink

Sunny LA where the youngers don't think

Sunny LA where the Heat get sprayed

And every other word on tHe wall get K'ed

All the homies taking you to parking space

This my set I ain't hearing whatcha say

Back then had to be in by 10

But out by 12

My man just said the word

I got the text on the cell

Back with the Locs raising hell

Found out the homie in a cell

I know we hated school

But it's better than jail

Gotta thank God I was saved by the bell

Tryna spit bars

I ain't trying to live behind 'em

So I keep my face Here

Right where I found them

N***a my rawness

F**k through a condom

Ready when I'm rapping

No wonder wHy they signed him

I'm with the House

So whatcha still pining

Dead by the street lights

Boy you shining

Talk about you grinding