Vince Staples, Jhené Aiko - Oh You Scared lyrics
Vince Staples, Vince Staples [Compton, California, U.S.] 🇺🇸
Jhené Aiko [Jhené Aiko Efuru Chilombo] LA. CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Vince Staples, Jhené Aiko - Oh You Scared lyrics]
Nigga, what's the deal? Pay attention
Most the time that I've been living
We been public housing tenants
Never had no pot to piss so bitch
Excuse me if I brag a lot
Niggas never had a shot unless you
Talking 38 that Wak had got
Can't get passed them pearly gates
Neglecting what your pastor taught
But you gon' smoke your weed still and
You gon' sip your lean still
So I'm gon' hold this heat 'til they
Make me take my seat in prison
Doing shit my way till 25
To life what I'm facing, baby
My temper short
That anger made me have days in court
In my hood spill blood a sport and
The killer's face can show no remorse
Got student loans and you failed the course
Of course you dropped out like 6 am
And you see the cops out
Niggas been turnt up, no need to stop now
Speed up, skeet up then air the block out
El Camino creeping with your
Homies in your backseat
Once you hit that corner watch
Them niggas turn to athletes
Make him run his pockets
Take his wallet then his house keys
Staking out his mama house
We taking every damn thing
Oh, you scared, ain't ya?
Oh, you scared, ain't ya?
Oh, you scared, ain't ya?
Oh, you scared, ain't ya?
You getting bread, ain't ya?
You getting bread, ain't ya?
Ain't ya? Ain't ya?
(Nigga, where my money at?)
If Illuminati buying souls and only
Fear was dying broke
And God who made my life this hard
So hell where we decide to go
Could you really judge us knowing us
Then close to what was given
Father up in prison, Jesus here
But he ain't struggle wit us
The church only made shit worse
The money we was given ain't go to God
Mostly nice cars that Reverends could sit in
Destined for jail
We just some niggas facing sentence
We sitting at a standstill you broke
But you the man still trying
To find your plan still
Two kids and mo' bills, food
Stamps and dope deals
Hood life with no frills
But still they swear they feel you and
Never been close to near you
Ones who preach protect and serve
The main ones trying to kill you
It ain't no path to life
No prepping for no afterlife
It ain't no wrong or right
It's just the shit you do and shit you don't
Friends that's killing niggas is the
Only ones you praying for
But words, they never stopped no bullet
Oh, you scared, nigga?
Oh, you scared, ain't ya?
Oh, you scared, ain't ya?
Oh, you scared, ain't ya?
Oh, you scared, ain't ya?
You getting bread, ain't ya?
You getting bread, ain't ya?
Ain't ya? Ain't ya?
(Nigga, where my money at?)
Most the time that I've been living
We been public housing tenants
Never had no pot to piss so bitch
Excuse me if I brag a lot
Niggas never had a shot unless you
Talking 38 that Wak had got
Can't get passed them pearly gates
Neglecting what your pastor taught
But you gon' smoke your weed still and
You gon' sip your lean still
So I'm gon' hold this heat 'til they
Make me take my seat in prison
Doing shit my way till 25
To life what I'm facing, baby
My temper short
That anger made me have days in court
In my hood spill blood a sport and
The killer's face can show no remorse
Got student loans and you failed the course
Of course you dropped out like 6 am
And you see the cops out
Niggas been turnt up, no need to stop now
Speed up, skeet up then air the block out
El Camino creeping with your
Homies in your backseat
Once you hit that corner watch
Them niggas turn to athletes
Make him run his pockets
Take his wallet then his house keys
Staking out his mama house
We taking every damn thing
Oh, you scared, ain't ya?
Oh, you scared, ain't ya?
Oh, you scared, ain't ya?
Oh, you scared, ain't ya?
You getting bread, ain't ya?
You getting bread, ain't ya?
Ain't ya? Ain't ya?
(Nigga, where my money at?)
If Illuminati buying souls and only
Fear was dying broke
And God who made my life this hard
So hell where we decide to go
Could you really judge us knowing us
Then close to what was given
Father up in prison, Jesus here
But he ain't struggle wit us
The church only made shit worse
The money we was given ain't go to God
Mostly nice cars that Reverends could sit in
Destined for jail
We just some niggas facing sentence
We sitting at a standstill you broke
But you the man still trying
To find your plan still
Two kids and mo' bills, food
Stamps and dope deals
Hood life with no frills
But still they swear they feel you and
Never been close to near you
Ones who preach protect and serve
The main ones trying to kill you
It ain't no path to life
No prepping for no afterlife
It ain't no wrong or right
It's just the shit you do and shit you don't
Friends that's killing niggas is the
Only ones you praying for
But words, they never stopped no bullet
Oh, you scared, nigga?
Oh, you scared, ain't ya?
Oh, you scared, ain't ya?
Oh, you scared, ain't ya?
Oh, you scared, ain't ya?
You getting bread, ain't ya?
You getting bread, ain't ya?
Ain't ya? Ain't ya?
(Nigga, where my money at?)