Audio Push, Casey Veggies, Vince Staples - Mind-Trap lyrics
Vince Staples, Vince Staples [Compton, California, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Audio Push, Casey Veggies, Vince Staples - Mind-Trap lyrics]
How it feel to be a black man
With your fists in the air
Tryna fight for your rights
How it feel to be a nigga
With your finger on the trigger
Put a price on his life
How it feel to be a broke boy
Ain't a thing in the bank and
A stain on his Nikes
And how it feel to be richer
When every motherfucker tryna get a dime
Open up your mind
Fuckin' raw like a lover
Shootin' out the car like a buster
Same old G like my father and my mother
Sherm sticks burn like perms, shit
She used to swoop me in her Granny bucket
We was fuckin', she was busting
Asking why I'm bustin'?
Niggas thugging "Why you never go
To class or nothin'?" i don't need it
"Why your daddy acting like you tweakin'?"
Cause he fiendin'
Why you asking all these fuckin' questions?
Lie impressions during adolescence
In the pen
Crip and Blood just a point of reference
But, I'm still saying cuh
Like we killing something
Dreamed of killing something then I did it
Can't forget it calling women bitches got me
Treating mama different
Intermissions, rhyming in my mama's kitchen
I'm ain't trippin, hell is waiting
Let the karma kick in
But, I'm just tryna kick it
Baby slow it down
How it feel to be a black man
With your fists in the air
Tryna fight for your rights
How it feel to be a nigga
With your finger on the trigger
Put a price on his life
How it feel to be a broke boy
Ain't a thing in the bank and
A stain on his Nikes
And how it feel to be richer
When every motherfucker tryna get a dime
Open up your mind
Nigga slow down, you movin' too fast
Just might crash, might burn
Open up your mind, take your time
Baby better wait your turn
Nigga slow down, you movin' too fast
Just might crash, might burn
Open up your mind, take your time
Baby better wait your turn
It go follow, the pretty girls follow
Them down-home women and them
City girls follow
That old lady think he stealin'
So she gon' follow
Photoshop it till they double tap it
They gon' follow
Yeah that's all they're looking for
"Scroll up, can she roll up? yeah"
Good to go hardly got it floatin' but
You're lookin' though
That's how it is, get it how you live
Gotta change it but nothing changes
Until you plan it and rearrange it
They call us niggas
What if I say I don't take offence to it
What if I told you I don't cringe to it
What if I looked whoever said it
In his face and said
Your kids love my shit iPod's proof
I'm that nigga, check your kid's music
Life lessons
I humble up and every time I stumble up
I'm just that lion that ain't cryin'
While I bust the jungle up
Kelly taught me that some
Friends are only temporary
And Belly told me that my
Little sister's looking at me
I tell you how it feel
How it feel to be a black man
With your fists in the air
Tryna fight for your rights
How it feel to be a nigga
With your finger on the trigger
Put a price on his life
How it feel to be a broke boy
Ain't a thing in the bank and
A stain on his Nikes
And how it feel to be richer
When every motherfucker tryna get a dime
Open up your mind
Open up your mind
We from the west side, we born to ride
They set us up for demise, it's time to rise
Am I a black king cause I'm full of pride?
Or am I nigga cause I like my chicken fried
My girl with thicker thighs, a tinted ride
Hide me while I'm getting high
My cousin died, that left me sick inside
'96, barely six banging "Hypnotize"
Singing "Biggie, Biggie"
Damn I miss my cousin City
Say that every time I rap
Never gon' get tired of that
Counting racks with my pack
That's where you can find me at
In the cut cause it's too
Many niggas that's switchin' up
When you up they love you
But when you down they don't give a fuck
I tell you what
You think you turnt cause you got put on
But what is you doin' to put your hood on?
I was the young nigga with the hood on
Hands in my pockets and clutching until I
Realized we was all dying for nothin'
So let me ask you somethin'
How it feel to be a black man
With your fists in the air
Tryna fight for your rights
How it feel to be a nigga
With your finger on the trigger
Put a price on his life
How it feel to be a broke boy
Ain't a thing in the bank and
A stain on his Nikes
And how it feel to be richer
When every motherfucker tryna get a dime
Open up your mind
Nigga slow down, you movin' too fast
Just might crash, might burn
Open up your mind, take your time
Baby better wait your turn
Nigga slow down, you movin' too fast
Just might crash, might burn
Open up your mind, take your time
Baby better wait your turn
I got my hoodie on like Trayvon
They lettin' people get away
With them hate crimes police shot em
How was there no witness? It was day time
Way this shit goin' it's
Like racism still alive
Come as you are and represent
With your life on
Young black kings just shining
With our ice on
On stage telling you life stories
Keep the lights on
Y'all been eating but my people
We would like some
The youth need hope, the inspiration
They could use it now
I bump your music when in doubt
Or when I'm feeling down
A lot on my mind, I still try to use a smile
Just some young hot boys
They treat us like some juveniles
With your fists in the air
Tryna fight for your rights
How it feel to be a nigga
With your finger on the trigger
Put a price on his life
How it feel to be a broke boy
Ain't a thing in the bank and
A stain on his Nikes
And how it feel to be richer
When every motherfucker tryna get a dime
Open up your mind
Fuckin' raw like a lover
Shootin' out the car like a buster
Same old G like my father and my mother
Sherm sticks burn like perms, shit
She used to swoop me in her Granny bucket
We was fuckin', she was busting
Asking why I'm bustin'?
Niggas thugging "Why you never go
To class or nothin'?" i don't need it
"Why your daddy acting like you tweakin'?"
Cause he fiendin'
Why you asking all these fuckin' questions?
Lie impressions during adolescence
In the pen
Crip and Blood just a point of reference
But, I'm still saying cuh
Like we killing something
Dreamed of killing something then I did it
Can't forget it calling women bitches got me
Treating mama different
Intermissions, rhyming in my mama's kitchen
I'm ain't trippin, hell is waiting
Let the karma kick in
But, I'm just tryna kick it
Baby slow it down
How it feel to be a black man
With your fists in the air
Tryna fight for your rights
How it feel to be a nigga
With your finger on the trigger
Put a price on his life
How it feel to be a broke boy
Ain't a thing in the bank and
A stain on his Nikes
And how it feel to be richer
When every motherfucker tryna get a dime
Open up your mind
Nigga slow down, you movin' too fast
Just might crash, might burn
Open up your mind, take your time
Baby better wait your turn
Nigga slow down, you movin' too fast
Just might crash, might burn
Open up your mind, take your time
Baby better wait your turn
It go follow, the pretty girls follow
Them down-home women and them
City girls follow
That old lady think he stealin'
So she gon' follow
Photoshop it till they double tap it
They gon' follow
Yeah that's all they're looking for
"Scroll up, can she roll up? yeah"
Good to go hardly got it floatin' but
You're lookin' though
That's how it is, get it how you live
Gotta change it but nothing changes
Until you plan it and rearrange it
They call us niggas
What if I say I don't take offence to it
What if I told you I don't cringe to it
What if I looked whoever said it
In his face and said
Your kids love my shit iPod's proof
I'm that nigga, check your kid's music
Life lessons
I humble up and every time I stumble up
I'm just that lion that ain't cryin'
While I bust the jungle up
Kelly taught me that some
Friends are only temporary
And Belly told me that my
Little sister's looking at me
I tell you how it feel
How it feel to be a black man
With your fists in the air
Tryna fight for your rights
How it feel to be a nigga
With your finger on the trigger
Put a price on his life
How it feel to be a broke boy
Ain't a thing in the bank and
A stain on his Nikes
And how it feel to be richer
When every motherfucker tryna get a dime
Open up your mind
Open up your mind
We from the west side, we born to ride
They set us up for demise, it's time to rise
Am I a black king cause I'm full of pride?
Or am I nigga cause I like my chicken fried
My girl with thicker thighs, a tinted ride
Hide me while I'm getting high
My cousin died, that left me sick inside
'96, barely six banging "Hypnotize"
Singing "Biggie, Biggie"
Damn I miss my cousin City
Say that every time I rap
Never gon' get tired of that
Counting racks with my pack
That's where you can find me at
In the cut cause it's too
Many niggas that's switchin' up
When you up they love you
But when you down they don't give a fuck
I tell you what
You think you turnt cause you got put on
But what is you doin' to put your hood on?
I was the young nigga with the hood on
Hands in my pockets and clutching until I
Realized we was all dying for nothin'
So let me ask you somethin'
How it feel to be a black man
With your fists in the air
Tryna fight for your rights
How it feel to be a nigga
With your finger on the trigger
Put a price on his life
How it feel to be a broke boy
Ain't a thing in the bank and
A stain on his Nikes
And how it feel to be richer
When every motherfucker tryna get a dime
Open up your mind
Nigga slow down, you movin' too fast
Just might crash, might burn
Open up your mind, take your time
Baby better wait your turn
Nigga slow down, you movin' too fast
Just might crash, might burn
Open up your mind, take your time
Baby better wait your turn
I got my hoodie on like Trayvon
They lettin' people get away
With them hate crimes police shot em
How was there no witness? It was day time
Way this shit goin' it's
Like racism still alive
Come as you are and represent
With your life on
Young black kings just shining
With our ice on
On stage telling you life stories
Keep the lights on
Y'all been eating but my people
We would like some
The youth need hope, the inspiration
They could use it now
I bump your music when in doubt
Or when I'm feeling down
A lot on my mind, I still try to use a smile
Just some young hot boys
They treat us like some juveniles