Mind-Trap

[Hook: Vince Staples]

How it feel to be a black man

With your fists in the air tryna fight for your rights

How it feel to be a nigga

With your finger on the trigger, put a price on his life

How it feel to be a broke boy

Ain't a thing in the bank and a stain on his Nikes

And how it feel to be richer

When every motherfucker tryna get a dime, open up your mind

[Verse 1: Vince Staples]

Fuckin' raw like a lover

Shootin' out the car like a buster

Same old G like my father and my mother

Sherm sticks burn like perms, shit

She used to swoop me in her Granny bucket

We was fuckin', she was busting

Asking why I'm bustin'?

Niggas thugging "Why you never go to class or nothin'?"

I don't need it, "Why your daddy acting like you tweakin'?"

Cause he fiendin', why you asking all these fuckin' questions?

Lie impressions during adolescence

In the pen, Crip and Blood just a point of reference

But I'm still saying cuh like we killing something