[Vince Staples:]Take your time, when talkin' to a nigga I don't waste noneKnock you off your feet and then I flee before the jakes comeSick of hearin' cases from these niggas who ain't face noneBut I'ma be the nigga that they feelin' when the day comeThirsty for the pay, young niggas led astrayStray bullet hit my brother in his motherfuckin' faceWhat's fate when a person don't deserve what he get?Shootin' reckless at the father, almost murdered the kidOr is it karma for the shit that both the parents had did?Ain't embarrassed where I'm livin', we get merit for killsFrom a family of niggas that was veteran skilledVoted heartless cause my momma made me part of the guildDeals made, sellin' thrills paid the bills at the cribDrag him down by the river, he'll be missin' for yearsAnd them funerals was usual, I ain't sheddin' no tearsKnew the fallen had it better off than most of us did'Cause shit, Heaven knows, Heaven's gates pro'ly closedAnd these hoes in a race for the goldWe was raised on that fork in the roadNo food on our plate, just the meals that we stole[Mac Miller:]Yeah, oh-whoa-ohOh-whoa-oh-oh, yeah, yeah, umI spit that prayer hand emoji, that shit that injured KobeThe holiest of holy, Nick Nolte in some Oakley'sThat's a flex though, cover up the issues that I kept closeSober I can't deal, I'm in the corner with my head lowRunnin' from my shadow, never ending chaseEase the pain and the battle that's within meSniff the same shit that got Whitney, the high heel depressionMy temple feel the metal comin' out the Smith & Wesson, bangSay a prayer, leave my brains on the tile floorMy bitch hate me, always tell me I should smile moreOff them drugs that hit you in your spinal cordThis the shit I need to keep the climate warmWish I could get high, space migrationPretend I can just fly to great vibrationsThe magazines need a quoteWhen I'm gone, sorry, I don't leave a note, yoWhoa-oh-oh, yeahAnd this pain, and this painAnd this pain, and this painMixed up with this rain, this rainThis rain, this rain, whoa-whoa-whoa-oh-ohYeah, oh-whoa-oh, yeahYeah, 9th Wonder
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[Vince Staples:]
Take your time, when talkin' to a nigga I don't waste none
Knock you off your feet and then I flee before the jakes come
Sick of hearin' cases from these niggas who ain't face none
But I'ma be the nigga that they feelin' when the day come
Thirsty for the pay, young niggas led astray
Stray bullet hit my brother in his motherfuckin' face
What's fate when a person don't deserve what he get?
Shootin' reckless at the father, almost murdered the kid
Or is it karma for the shit that both the parents had did?
Ain't embarrassed where I'm livin', we get merit for kills
From a family of niggas that was veteran skilled
Voted heartless cause my momma made me part of the guild
Deals made, sellin' thrills paid the bills at the crib
Drag him down by the river, he'll be missin' for years
And them funerals was usual, I ain't sheddin' no tears
Knew the fallen had it better off than most of us did
'Cause shit, Heaven knows, Heaven's gates pro'ly closed
And these hoes in a race for the gold
We was raised on that fork in the road
No food on our plate, just the meals that we stole
[Mac Miller:]
Yeah, oh-whoa-oh
Oh-whoa-oh-oh, yeah, yeah, um
I spit that prayer hand emoji, that shit that injured Kobe
The holiest of holy, Nick Nolte in some Oakley's
That's a flex though, cover up the issues that I kept close
Sober I can't deal, I'm in the corner with my head low
Runnin' from my shadow, never ending chase
Ease the pain and the battle that's within me
Sniff the same shit that got Whitney, the high heel depression
My temple feel the metal comin' out the Smith & Wesson, bang
Say a prayer, leave my brains on the tile floor
My bitch hate me, always tell me I should smile more
Off them drugs that hit you in your spinal cord
This the shit I need to keep the climate warm
Wish I could get high, space migration
Pretend I can just fly to great vibrations
The magazines need a quote
When I'm gone, sorry, I don't leave a note, yo
Whoa-oh-oh, yeah
And this pain, and this pain
And this pain, and this pain
Mixed up with this rain, this rain
This rain, this rain, whoa-whoa-whoa-oh-oh
Yeah, oh-whoa-oh, yeah
Yeah, 9th Wonder
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