Vince Staples, Larry Fisherman - Intro (Stolen Youth) lyrics
Vince Staples, Vince Staples [Compton, California, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Vince Staples, Larry Fisherman - Intro Stolen Youth lyrics]
Live from Delusion
Die on the street or reside in the ruins
Run and hide from police
Throw the 9 in the sewer
25 is the least of the time that you doin'
Do or die
Staying true to the lies on the stand
Right hand on the word of a God and forget
All the wrongs that you did
Tryna live by your means
Breaking news, 10 PM
See your friends on the screen
And these bitches wanna talk
About some ma'fuckin' rap
Bullet holes in the home where
My lil' brother at
Pigs parked on the street
So we can't shoot back
Spent a week where I sleep
Most can't do that
Might look half neat 'til the nightfall come
First the Goodyear screech then
You hear that drum
Fuck 911, police don't come
Had Jabari on the streets 'til
The sun came up
Momma's son raised up in the midst of a feud
I'm from genocide where you
Die for your residence
Die for the presidents I chase
Who reached the same fate
So I never get to thrive in the relishment
Might seem jaded but even
Satan was heaven-sent could've been a bum
Broke sleeping by the 710
17 dropped out, knew I had to make a way
Couldn't have my granny broke 'fore
She see the pearly gates
Hope she ain't judged for me
Only person livin' ever showed love to me
Dad did time 'cause he sold drugs for me
I could never judge a man
Tryna better off his fam
Shoot a fucker where he stand
Gotta take you to your maker
'Til I'm buried in the grass and
The candle light the pavement
I'ma do it to the best of my abilities
The fear in me is gone
You can hear it in the
Song while you listenin'
Vince Staples and Larry Fisherman present
Tales of the Stolen Youth we appreciate it
Die on the street or reside in the ruins
Run and hide from police
Throw the 9 in the sewer
25 is the least of the time that you doin'
Do or die
Staying true to the lies on the stand
Right hand on the word of a God and forget
All the wrongs that you did
Tryna live by your means
Breaking news, 10 PM
See your friends on the screen
And these bitches wanna talk
About some ma'fuckin' rap
Bullet holes in the home where
My lil' brother at
Pigs parked on the street
So we can't shoot back
Spent a week where I sleep
Most can't do that
Might look half neat 'til the nightfall come
First the Goodyear screech then
You hear that drum
Fuck 911, police don't come
Had Jabari on the streets 'til
The sun came up
Momma's son raised up in the midst of a feud
I'm from genocide where you
Die for your residence
Die for the presidents I chase
Who reached the same fate
So I never get to thrive in the relishment
Might seem jaded but even
Satan was heaven-sent could've been a bum
Broke sleeping by the 710
17 dropped out, knew I had to make a way
Couldn't have my granny broke 'fore
She see the pearly gates
Hope she ain't judged for me
Only person livin' ever showed love to me
Dad did time 'cause he sold drugs for me
I could never judge a man
Tryna better off his fam
Shoot a fucker where he stand
Gotta take you to your maker
'Til I'm buried in the grass and
The candle light the pavement
I'ma do it to the best of my abilities
The fear in me is gone
You can hear it in the
Song while you listenin'
Vince Staples and Larry Fisherman present
Tales of the Stolen Youth we appreciate it