| [00:01.46][ Verse 1 : Vince Staples ] |
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Take your time, when talkin' to a ni*ga I don't waste none |
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Knock you off your feet and then I flee before the jakes come |
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Sick of hearin' cases from these ni*gas who ain't face none |
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But I'ma be the ni*ga that they feelin' when the day come |
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Thirsty for the pay, young ni*gas led astray |
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Stray bullet hit my brother in his mo***uckin' face |
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What's fate when a person don't deserve what he get? |
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Shootin' reckless at the father, almost murdered the kid |
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Or is it karma for the s**t that both the parents had did? |
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Ain't embarrassed where I'm livin', we get merit for kills |
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From a family of ni*gas that was veteran skilled |
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Voted heartless cause my momma made me part of the guild |
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Deals made, sellin' thrills paid the bills at the crib |
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Drag him down by the river, he'll be missin' for years |
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And them funerals was usual, ain't sheddin' no tears |
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Knew the fallen had it better off than most of us did |
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Cause s**t, Heaven knows, Heaven's gates prolly closed |
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And these h**s in a race for the gold |
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We was raised on that fork in the road |
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No food on our plate, just the meals that we stol |
| [01:04.51][ interlude: Mac Miller ] |
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Yeah, oh-woah-oh |
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Oh-woah-oh-oh, yeah, yeah, um |
| [01:13.02][ Verse 2 : Mac Miller ] |
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I spit that prayer hand emoji, that **** that injured Kobe |
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The holiest of holy, Nick Nolte in some Oakley's |
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That's a flex though, cover up the issues that I kept close |
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Sober I can't deal, I'm in the corner with my head low |
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Runnin' from my shadow, never ending chase |
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Ease the pain and the battle that's within me |
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Sniff the same **** that got Whitney, the high heel depression |
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My temple feel the metal comin' out the Smith & Wesson, bang |
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Say a prayer, leave my brains on the tile floor |
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My ***** hate me, always tell me I should smile more |
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Off them d***s that hit you in your spinal cord |
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This the s**t I need to keep the climate warm |
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Wish I could get high, space migration |
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Pretend I can just fly to great vibrations |
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The magazines need a quote |
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Now I'm gone, sorry I don't even know, yo |
| [01:58.91][ Outro: Mac Miller ] |
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Woah-oh-oh, yeah |
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And this pain, and this pain |
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And this pain, and this pain |
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Mixed up with this rain, this rain |
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This rain, this rain, woah-woah-woah-oh-oh |
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Yeah, oh-woah-oh, yeah |
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Yeah, 9th Wonder |
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