Vince Staples - Progressive III lyrics
Vince Staples, Vince Staples [Compton, California, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Vince Staples - Progressive III lyrics]
Yeah, back and blacker than ever
Got sick of waiting for these
Actors to get it together
Still in them gutters
All my brothers is birds of a feather
Tried to get this money cause
My people done struggled forever
Son of my father, gunning for stardom
It's worth a shot
They hate me like I'm fucking their mama
That's why I serve 'em hot
Shells they burning
As long as hell is burning I’ll murder God
If he was trying to fuck up my paper, nigga
That's all I got the black and brown been
Going through a holocaust
You see Obama just a house nigga to me
They locked the children up in prison
And they ditching the key
It's empty plates in this estate so
Shorty shit where he eat
He got a clip, he got a K
He ‘bout to light up the street
They catch him slipping
Now they trip him knock him
Right off his feet
His mama crying on the news like
''that boy was so smart
Wish he never start chilling with
Them niggas at the park''
Been swimming with the sharks
Since the kiddy pool
Breaking all the written rules
Breaking the tradition of that
Inner-city raising fools a raisin in the sun
They let the monkey out the cage
He got a gun
He got a book, he got a brain, you better run
Was the one that they shun
Baptized in the tears of the
Slaves as a young
A penny saved is a penny earned
So I'll be stacking up this
Copper as the city burn cold chain, nigga
Yeah, just sit and look at
Where they raised us at
Seen blacks ain't crack, so they gave us that
Give us hope then take us back
To the 1800's with these rap contracts
And they wonder why niggas get shot
Coke sit in the pot
He can't get no job so he hitting the block
And if that nigga getting money
While them niggas sitting hungry
Ten times out of ten bet
Them niggas gon' plot
We just struggle with survival trying
To rise to the top
When your life is on the line
Fuck what's right and what's not
You got a right to the dream
Whether it's triple beam or Martin Luther's
My chain heavy
Is you ready for that revolution?
Got sick of waiting for these
Actors to get it together
Still in them gutters
All my brothers is birds of a feather
Tried to get this money cause
My people done struggled forever
Son of my father, gunning for stardom
It's worth a shot
They hate me like I'm fucking their mama
That's why I serve 'em hot
Shells they burning
As long as hell is burning I’ll murder God
If he was trying to fuck up my paper, nigga
That's all I got the black and brown been
Going through a holocaust
You see Obama just a house nigga to me
They locked the children up in prison
And they ditching the key
It's empty plates in this estate so
Shorty shit where he eat
He got a clip, he got a K
He ‘bout to light up the street
They catch him slipping
Now they trip him knock him
Right off his feet
His mama crying on the news like
''that boy was so smart
Wish he never start chilling with
Them niggas at the park''
Been swimming with the sharks
Since the kiddy pool
Breaking all the written rules
Breaking the tradition of that
Inner-city raising fools a raisin in the sun
They let the monkey out the cage
He got a gun
He got a book, he got a brain, you better run
Was the one that they shun
Baptized in the tears of the
Slaves as a young
A penny saved is a penny earned
So I'll be stacking up this
Copper as the city burn cold chain, nigga
Yeah, just sit and look at
Where they raised us at
Seen blacks ain't crack, so they gave us that
Give us hope then take us back
To the 1800's with these rap contracts
And they wonder why niggas get shot
Coke sit in the pot
He can't get no job so he hitting the block
And if that nigga getting money
While them niggas sitting hungry
Ten times out of ten bet
Them niggas gon' plot
We just struggle with survival trying
To rise to the top
When your life is on the line
Fuck what's right and what's not
You got a right to the dream
Whether it's triple beam or Martin Luther's
My chain heavy
Is you ready for that revolution?