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VINCE STAPLES lyrics : "Back Sellin' Crack"

I'm done beat the breaks of !@$@s
Shot the face of !@$@s
Pending case with the state, and I'm still out tripping

And all the feds take picture
$#&@ing up my image


Even momma bringing drama
I ain't trust no (*##$es
See these hoes be out here

Switching their side
When it's time for the killing I ride it
Right in my eye

Be ready to die
I risk felony time
For greater than mine

Who better than i?
Nobody alive
Nobody live the life that I did

Fighting to live since I was a kid
Playing in the yard with a 30-60
House look like a gun range

Room look like a gun store
Either y'all gonna know my name
And !@$@ dying young and poor

Either way don't give a $#&@
You gonna find me northbound
With this %#@!, I'm in this %#@!

Know I love them gun sounds
Seven's crying, Max applaud
They taking shots, I had to call

You catch them at the shot gun
That's Roddy White from 50 yards
Nobody shots, I'm hitting jaws

Trying to run, you're Stephen Hawking
You see, I mean this %#@! I'm talking
You don't want no problem


Slave to the rhythm
Shoot my master in his back

Two dope boys in the Cadillac strap
Wood grain dash
Windshield stained glass

Meeting down de ave'
Like we're back selling crack
Killing for the Karma

But living for my momma
Trouble for they callers
Ain't nothing what they offer

And they wonder why, !@$@s get shot?
And they wonder why, !@$@s get shot?


Where you at?
Where you from?
'Cause it's hot where I'm at

Anytime of the day
You get robbed, you get jumped
It's a game that we play

To get paid
From the ones that
In needs of the young

Snakes slide through the grass
Blades slide in the back
Of the used and abused

Try to walk in my shoes
Getting trapped by my fuse
Too short

Ask God what do you want
He said I want your life
Well I ain't live mine right

But if I do the the crime
And I do the time
I ain't scared of %#@!

I was born to die
Extend the clip
Big 45 been quick the trip

Been lost my mind
When I die please don't let mamma cry
'Cause she know it had to be him nhot I
And I caught a slip
Get a gun

And go knock that !@$@
Run up on him
No mask, no feelings
No room for that
They shoot at us

Then we shootin' back
Burning shells till I burn in hell
And I'm cool with that
That Uzi packed
I don't learn a lot in these 19 years

A lot of homies ain't shed one tear
God decides what my curfew is
So till that day
Imma do my %#@!
I proved my %#@!

They know my name
Not proud of the outcome
Either have regrets and be out young
Don't sleep

Slave to the rhythm

Shoot my master in his back
Two dope boys in the Cadillac strap
Wood grain dash
Windshield stained glass
Meeting down de ave'
Like we're back selling crack
Killing for the Karma

But living for my momma
Trouble for they callers
Ain't nothing what they offer
And they wonder why, !@$@s get shot?
And they wonder why, !@$@s get shot?

I took a blue pill when it 70's with Sean

Homies from that love
Saw them !@$@s going
I got this cocaine
But my stove ain't turning on
I got that knock-knock
Uuh, yeah you know
Running in the wheel for show

No airs in the wheel for sure
But a homey strapper it ain't for sure
Trying to hit a lake
No aim for low
Get a weed and get smoking
Goes for even
God goes

Got toast here another drink
Shouldn't been singing
That was $$# sort of ain't
Sunny LA
Well we never get it big
Sunny LA
Where the youngers don't think

Sunny LA
Where they hear you scat
Word on the wall Big K
Taking you to parking space
That's my seat
I ain't hearing whatcha say
Back it at the end
But I bought 12
My man just said the word
I got the takes on the safe back
With the torres
I know we hit the school
But it's better than jail
Thank God I was saved by the bell
Trying to slip pause
I ain't trying to live it up
So I keep my face here
Right where I found them
!@^% my...
$#&@ do a condom
Even when I'm rapping
Ain't nobody sign them
I'm with the house
So watcha still pining
Get by the street lights
Boy you shining
Talk about you grinding

Yeah!

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