Vince Staples - Vince Staples Freestyles on Flex (Freestyle #019) lyrics
Vince Staples, Vince Staples [Compton, California, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Vince Staples - Vince Staples Freestyles on Flex Freestyle #019 lyrics]
I'm just a nigga with a black
Vendetta and a black owned business
In a black Raf sweater
Back and back white privilege
In a big body Benz with
The glass black tinted
Kiss my whole black ass if
You can't get with it
I'm a whole asshole, nigga, ask Nicole, nigga
Ask Vinyan, them my two big sisters
With my big black fist with
Them blisters in it
From that wood grain whip
But the wheel keep spinnin'
And the world keep turnin'
And my Blacks keep burnin' at the stake
But we still talkin' 'bout gettin' paid
Talkin' 'bout fuckin' hoes
Talkin' 'bout what you bang
Talkin' 'bout Crips and Bloods
Talkin' 'bout where you from
Talkin' 'bout what you did like
Somebody give a shit
Do some shit for your home
Do some shit for the kids
'Stead of talkin' 'bout yourself
Lil' nigga you's a bitch
'Stead of talkin' 'bout yourself
Lil' nigga you's a bitch
'Stead of talkin' 'bout yourself
Lil' nigga you's a bitch
And I'm straight from 65th
Lil Fade was the name
'Til I growed, only go by the name mama gave
Niggas sweet in the street
Like they're peach marmalades
See the fuzz, see the judge
Then they start to divulge
Tell the police where he live
But won't show your brother love
Lil nigga, you's a bitch
If my black life matters
Mothafucka stop the killin
If my black life matters
Mothafucka stop snitchin'
If my black life matters
Mothafucka start business
In your hood 'stead of lettin'
Fuckin' Starbucks in it
If my black life matters
Then respect our women
If my black life matters
Don't neglect our children
If my black life matters
If the police take my shit with a pistol
Don't march, go kill 'em, lil nigga
You's a bitch
All these lights, all these drones
What you Star Wars, homes?
In your True Religion jeans
Ain't no star wardrobe
You ain't runway ready
You ain't gunplay ready
God real and he comin', hope you Sunday ready
I never drove one Chevy
I went Beamer to Mercedes
My mama had a beeper sellin'
Reefer in the 80s
Levis and A Wang, still from the A gang
Used to be at rallys back when
Stormy was my main thing
Had a 22 in the TK Crew fleece
22 in the TK flew
Had a 22 in the TK Crew fleece
Used to have depression
Used to have a couple mood swings real shit
Now I'm on some bottom of the deal shit
Not here now, a nigga not here now
But guarantee a nigga goin' on
Write four rhymes
Every night, on my knees I pray
My next girl look like MIA
And my enemies die like Kennedys
We by any means tryna get paid
Niggas in the rap game tryna get slaved
Niggas in this rap game all bitch made
Do it for the fame, I do it for the fam
If rap don't work, I'ma do it with the blam
That tre-5 jam, I'ma do it with my hands
Tears, sweat, blood, I'ma get it out the mud
That's on everything
That's on everything a nigga love
Mothafuckin' catch a slug tryna buzz
On the Norf side
Two guns, tell them niggas hang out
I got two drums like a nigga James Brown
Two guns, tell them niggas hang out
I got two drums like a nigga James Brown
Change the game, watch the game change now
Switched up the gameplan, watch 'em fall down
'Cause lil' nigga, you's a bitch
Vendetta and a black owned business
In a black Raf sweater
Back and back white privilege
In a big body Benz with
The glass black tinted
Kiss my whole black ass if
You can't get with it
I'm a whole asshole, nigga, ask Nicole, nigga
Ask Vinyan, them my two big sisters
With my big black fist with
Them blisters in it
From that wood grain whip
But the wheel keep spinnin'
And the world keep turnin'
And my Blacks keep burnin' at the stake
But we still talkin' 'bout gettin' paid
Talkin' 'bout fuckin' hoes
Talkin' 'bout what you bang
Talkin' 'bout Crips and Bloods
Talkin' 'bout where you from
Talkin' 'bout what you did like
Somebody give a shit
Do some shit for your home
Do some shit for the kids
'Stead of talkin' 'bout yourself
Lil' nigga you's a bitch
'Stead of talkin' 'bout yourself
Lil' nigga you's a bitch
'Stead of talkin' 'bout yourself
Lil' nigga you's a bitch
And I'm straight from 65th
Lil Fade was the name
'Til I growed, only go by the name mama gave
Niggas sweet in the street
Like they're peach marmalades
See the fuzz, see the judge
Then they start to divulge
Tell the police where he live
But won't show your brother love
Lil nigga, you's a bitch
If my black life matters
Mothafucka stop the killin
If my black life matters
Mothafucka stop snitchin'
If my black life matters
Mothafucka start business
In your hood 'stead of lettin'
Fuckin' Starbucks in it
If my black life matters
Then respect our women
If my black life matters
Don't neglect our children
If my black life matters
If the police take my shit with a pistol
Don't march, go kill 'em, lil nigga
You's a bitch
All these lights, all these drones
What you Star Wars, homes?
In your True Religion jeans
Ain't no star wardrobe
You ain't runway ready
You ain't gunplay ready
God real and he comin', hope you Sunday ready
I never drove one Chevy
I went Beamer to Mercedes
My mama had a beeper sellin'
Reefer in the 80s
Levis and A Wang, still from the A gang
Used to be at rallys back when
Stormy was my main thing
Had a 22 in the TK Crew fleece
22 in the TK flew
Had a 22 in the TK Crew fleece
Used to have depression
Used to have a couple mood swings real shit
Now I'm on some bottom of the deal shit
Not here now, a nigga not here now
But guarantee a nigga goin' on
Write four rhymes
Every night, on my knees I pray
My next girl look like MIA
And my enemies die like Kennedys
We by any means tryna get paid
Niggas in the rap game tryna get slaved
Niggas in this rap game all bitch made
Do it for the fame, I do it for the fam
If rap don't work, I'ma do it with the blam
That tre-5 jam, I'ma do it with my hands
Tears, sweat, blood, I'ma get it out the mud
That's on everything
That's on everything a nigga love
Mothafuckin' catch a slug tryna buzz
On the Norf side
Two guns, tell them niggas hang out
I got two drums like a nigga James Brown
Two guns, tell them niggas hang out
I got two drums like a nigga James Brown
Change the game, watch the game change now
Switched up the gameplan, watch 'em fall down
'Cause lil' nigga, you's a bitch