Back Sellin' Crack

[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
I done beat the breaks off n*ggas, shot the face off n*ggas
Pending case with the state, and I'm still out trippin'
All the feds take pictures, f*ckin' up my image
Even mama bringin' drama, I don't trust no b*tches
See these hoes 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*ggas dying young and poor
Either way don't give a f*ck, you gon' find me northbound
With the sh*t, I'm in the sh*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 sh*t I'm talking, you don't want no problem

[Hook]
Slave to the rhythm, shoot my master in his back
Two dope 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*ggas get shot
And they wonder why n*ggas shot

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
Where you at, where you from? Cause it's hot where I'm at
Any time of the day you get robbed or get jumped
It's a game that we play, to get paid
For the wants and the needs of 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 mines right
But if I do the crime then I do the time
I ain't scared of sh*t, I was born to die
Extended clip, big .45, been quick to trip
And 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*gga
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
Lotta homies ain't shed one tear
God decide what my curfew is
So till the day, I'mma do my sh*t
I proved my sh*t, they know my name
Not proud of the outcome, either have regrets or
Be out young, don't sleep

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Sc
Hoolboy Q]
I took t
He blue pill and its evidence was s
Hown
Homies from elementary some t
Hem n*ggas gone
I got t
His cocaine but my stove ain't turning on
I got t
Hat knock-knock, uh, yeaH you know
Riding in t
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Hip for sure, no Ls in t
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Hip for sure
All t
He Homies strapped but it ain't for s
How
Tryna Hit a lick, no envelope
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He only t
Hing get smoked
Cuz got g
Host 'fore He even got g
Host
Cuz got toast and He ain't old enougH to drink
SHouldn't been singing, now His ass Murder Inc
Sunny LA, w
Here we never need a mink
Sunny LA, w
Here t
He youngins don't t
Hink
Sunny LA, w
Here t
He Heat get sprayed
And every ot
Her word on t
He wall get K'ed
All the Homies Hanging in your parking space
THis my set, I ain't Hearing w
Hatcha say
Back t
Hen Had to be in by 10 but out by 12
Mom made it safe to work, I got t
He text on t
He cell
Back witH t
He Locs all raising Hell, found out t
He Homie in a cell
I know He Hated school, but it's better t
Han jail
Gotta t
Hank God I was saved by t
He bell
Tryna spit bars, I ain't trying to live be
Hind 'em
So I keep my face Here rig
Ht w
Hen I find t
Hem
n*gga my rawness f*ck t
HrougH a condom
Ready w
Hen I'm rapping, no wonder w
Hy t
Hey signed Him
Done witH the House licks, so w
Hatcha still pining
Dead by t
He street lig
Hts, boy you s
Hining
Talk about you grinding
Figg side!