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Vince Staples
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Outro
[Verse 1] I'm here to tell the world im from romana park Diving in the deep water like i know the sharks Climbing in the king daughter i deserved the crown They weren't fucking with ya boy, but the heard me now Me and white boy Mac came to take them back Way back, back when people used to learn from rap I'm here to show you motherfuckers what i learn from pac, slim Couple rounds in the clip down for burning that Beats i murder that, beef i murder that He heard the shooting yell the nerve before he heard the mac And even if that nigga didn't Bet he know it's them Black with a little bit of brown like a doberman That 1911 hold 11 Go and call the 9-11 He just send his soul to heaven Bitches say the shows is heaven sitting in the front row Turned a couple polly high games to the gun show Turned a couple ? high gangs to the track meet You be in to rap beef cause you ain't never have beef Joey thats my brother so im part of all of Fatts beef And you know my strap Keep talking thats my black bitch 2-2-3 make a fat nigga black flip One 16 wipe niggas off the map quick Never had to show a lot of effort with the rap shit Going for the kill cause I never really had shit Same old stereo type, got the stereo high Hope wouldn't not die that I'm buried like Mike Guys on that ? not leaving my sight If you want that fire then he leaving tonight to show Two claps when I see my ? Two straps been moved that across the interstate Arizona homies call me flag stap shortie Chrome cal tech nine and a big black 40 We be shooting up the parties like we got no sense Ride around see me tricking, we ain't got no tints Hood been my home, I ain't got no rent We be chillin' on the pop like we livin' on the pop Never slipping, not trying to see the prison like my pops Never giving you a pass if I consider you a Op Don't consider you a threat if you ain't sending niggas shots Got some killas with me down to put a nigga in the dirt Light the candles on the curb, send a message to the cops Snitch niggas in the feds sending letters to the cops So I never trust a soul, when they ask I'm never speaking My baretta Scott King strong and black and she could beat Team trying to gangrene like that old Max B Old French Montana, macaroni with the cheese Young Joe Montana throwing bullets through your defense ? you should put him on your team If I die on these streets then consider me a martyr Enemies ghost 5 deep in the charger Down to shoot though cause I got that jumper Been on that block this my 19th summer Momma playing Stevie Wonder in the kitchen while she cooking Pigs knocking at the door don't take my dad to central booking Reading books up in my room cause she won't let me go and play Scared her youngest son will go run around and go pick up a K Fuck that shit you represent I'm here to get these presidents Wouldn't be the only kid to come up where the gangsters live Pray to god I never do the shit that both my parents did History repeats itself, it's up to me to change it Watch me burn the book of life and write the pages in my ? On some King James shit Call me Mr. on some Rosewood ? shit Keep a pistol in the Gap fleece We ain't quick, leave a nigga on the backstreets Same old shit, you hurt stuck in my ways No the show don't stop, I could do it for days If you disrespect my family we all gon' fight Swinging like T Woods, trying to earn my stripes Yeah that uppercut will fuck him up so say goodnight
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