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[Verse 1: Vince Staples] |
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I just want to get my bread |
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And talk my shit before I end up dead |
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I got all this blood sitting on my hands |
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I never gave no fucks so they understand why I feel this way |
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Just found God and I still don't pray |
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Cause Satan preys on the weak swear I can do it myself |
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Soul stuck in the beats it's like I'm crying for help |
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Still my expression is bleak because my momma ain't raised no bitch |
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Never take no shit from no nigga unless he want to see the black four fifth |
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From the ghetto where the oceans is, but all hope is lost |
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We know the laws and quick to break 'em once there's dough involved |
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Young age they wrote us off, guns blaze they go to court |
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I got a lot of homies gone product of they're broken home |
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But who's to say what's right and wrong, they ain't live it |
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Looking straight into their eyes still and they ain't get it |
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[Hook: Vince Staples] |
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But if I had a hundred dollars for every dream that I've ever had |
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I'd barely have enough to right the wrongs I did in the past |
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They say forgive and forget, look at it and laugh |
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We gave all that we had and got nothing |
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[Verse 2: Vince Staples] |
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As far as music kid I'm innovative |
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Niggas pretend to hate it, influence you niggas favourite |
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You stupid believe in different, authentic you lack the stitching |
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Sitting when it's game time, snitching when you face time |
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What's wrong with you niggas? |
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See I was brought up where that talking gets you shot up at apartments |
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Where the bitch that set you up had told you meet her just that morning |
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Just a warning, my performance astounding |
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Everybody want something, get these niggas from 'round me |
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Tryna climb skyscrapers |
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Life is but a dream but is never what it seems |
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So I never leave my weapon at the house |
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Rather spend time sitting behind bars than in a grave |
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I'm getting paid trying to change from my sinning ways |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3: Vince Staples] |
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Working on my thousandth time telling you sorry |
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Walking around pretending it ain't affect me |
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But nothing was further from the truth |
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Least I'm trying to re-coop |
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Just blame it on the youth |
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No matter what you feel or seen I was in it too |
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Probably more than you would ever believe |
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You gave me something I would never receive again |
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We probably won't be again |
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But, would you expect it though? |
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I'm just the nigga, that I promised you I was |
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When you swore that I was better |
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Was in it through the weather storm |
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Just was better moving on |
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There was a time I thought that I would never think about you again |
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You was the best friend a nigga could have |
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I used to call you when I thought that I would die that day |
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And you would calm me down and I would make my way |
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You probably should have stayed |
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It just wasn't your place |
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I thought about you today |
