Earl Sweatshirt, Vince Staples - Centurion lyrics
Vince Staples, Vince Staples [Compton, California, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Earl Sweatshirt, Vince Staples - Centurion lyrics]
"Oh me? yeah, yeah
Yeah i'm just tryna say somethin' before
I i drop it off"
I feel like the Tom Sawyer for real niggas
Looking for a problem
Revolver under the Hilfiger
No bluff needed, we will kill niggas
So try me if you want, bruh
I promise I'm with all of that
Late night shooters
Got 'em thinking Johnny Carson back
Trying to win this white man's
Game with my heart intact
All off a dollar and a
Dream that I really had
Kind of hard to sleep when your
Thoughts is in the streets
Norf Norf is the side where my family stay
Big Baby Jesus, I can't wait
Until the money coming in
Spend it all on guns and rims
I ain't nothing but a nigga
Ain't no reason to pretend
Kept the sticky in a Stussy pouch ski mask
Bloody 'Preme hoodie tossing doobies out
The window of the hoopty, night black as Paul
Mooney at the movies but the moon was out
Food was always optional
Eating nothing but hard punches
To that abdominal
Closed fist chronicles, sold sniff
Momma knew baggies laying 'round
Peanut shells at a carnival stomping clowns
Welcome pussy niggas to the romper room
Buckshot'll cover a whole torso
Like a parka do in a park at two, plotting
Trying to garner loot
Split it with his big road dog
Call him Marmaduke
Searching for a shard of truth and found, uh
Couple bucks bought his cousins lunch
Another Dutch, stiff collar on the button-up
Hood, rich, wild, and 'bout to run amok
Road to Hell paved with cement
Covered trussled drugs, toughen up
"Well, alright okay
If that's how you truly feel about it, then
Alright, okay
If that's how you truly feel about it, then"
Vinny Stape, they stupid, think the city safe
Until that little bindi placed, headshots
Red dot
Block as hot as Denny plates, fed watch
Fed watch opinions only pity based
Deep in the Civic with the
Evilest niggas this side of the Mississippi
All courtesy of Vincent from
Niggas who plot against
Ear-L double-S, hear shells from the Tec
Hear in full-effect, eat a dick
And cut a check, bitch
Few niggas I'm on a first name basis with
Address him by the alias
That trunk weighted like he
'Bout to catch a case again
Eighths louder than the voice of
Satan that be plaguing him, bruh, I'm caking
Whether Hell or bad weather, high water
I'm a sailor-type assailant for the paper
Living like I met the maker twice
Hit it 'til I'm faded right? Mami
Take a hike
Or treat it like you fucking shaking dice
Bitch
"Well, alright okay
If that's how you truly feel about it, then
Alright, okay
If that's how you truly feel about it, then"
Yeah i'm just tryna say somethin' before
I i drop it off"
I feel like the Tom Sawyer for real niggas
Looking for a problem
Revolver under the Hilfiger
No bluff needed, we will kill niggas
So try me if you want, bruh
I promise I'm with all of that
Late night shooters
Got 'em thinking Johnny Carson back
Trying to win this white man's
Game with my heart intact
All off a dollar and a
Dream that I really had
Kind of hard to sleep when your
Thoughts is in the streets
Norf Norf is the side where my family stay
Big Baby Jesus, I can't wait
Until the money coming in
Spend it all on guns and rims
I ain't nothing but a nigga
Ain't no reason to pretend
Kept the sticky in a Stussy pouch ski mask
Bloody 'Preme hoodie tossing doobies out
The window of the hoopty, night black as Paul
Mooney at the movies but the moon was out
Food was always optional
Eating nothing but hard punches
To that abdominal
Closed fist chronicles, sold sniff
Momma knew baggies laying 'round
Peanut shells at a carnival stomping clowns
Welcome pussy niggas to the romper room
Buckshot'll cover a whole torso
Like a parka do in a park at two, plotting
Trying to garner loot
Split it with his big road dog
Call him Marmaduke
Searching for a shard of truth and found, uh
Couple bucks bought his cousins lunch
Another Dutch, stiff collar on the button-up
Hood, rich, wild, and 'bout to run amok
Road to Hell paved with cement
Covered trussled drugs, toughen up
"Well, alright okay
If that's how you truly feel about it, then
Alright, okay
If that's how you truly feel about it, then"
Vinny Stape, they stupid, think the city safe
Until that little bindi placed, headshots
Red dot
Block as hot as Denny plates, fed watch
Fed watch opinions only pity based
Deep in the Civic with the
Evilest niggas this side of the Mississippi
All courtesy of Vincent from
Niggas who plot against
Ear-L double-S, hear shells from the Tec
Hear in full-effect, eat a dick
And cut a check, bitch
Few niggas I'm on a first name basis with
Address him by the alias
That trunk weighted like he
'Bout to catch a case again
Eighths louder than the voice of
Satan that be plaguing him, bruh, I'm caking
Whether Hell or bad weather, high water
I'm a sailor-type assailant for the paper
Living like I met the maker twice
Hit it 'til I'm faded right? Mami
Take a hike
Or treat it like you fucking shaking dice
Bitch
"Well, alright okay
If that's how you truly feel about it, then
Alright, okay
If that's how you truly feel about it, then"