Two-Tone

[Vince Staples] Been on track, I was trained by the martyrs We ran from them cases, the cops should applaud us If god is my father then where was the condom "Astaghfirullah" when I pull out the chopper Father did a bid for killing innocent kids Now his kids not innocent, penitentiary imminent Spawn of ignorance, they sold crack at my christening Raised in the shacks, here's a map, come and visit Fuck that teenage hypebeast crowd, this here some nigga shit Spit them bedish of bars, the cars out in the yard Used for trafficking Africans to the motherland Son of Sambo, sold glow flow flammable heaters At the crib, twenty deep, watching Hannibal Lecter I lecture niggas, you eye witness Confess to niggas, on that Daivion Davis If we ever see that nigga bet we kill him, quick fast Eagles give him whiplash, Reggie White, nigga say goodnight I talk shit cause I paid the price and I'll take your life Wanna test your luck, roll the dice and get little diced (from the movie) [Speak] Came from the land of the black bar mitzvahs SS Thunderbolt six foot Hitlers Rims on the truck truck spin like a dreidel Love for the fast life attraction fatal Grave to the cradle then I run up in your crib Fifty racks up front or your kids won't live Pressure point panic mode well something gotta give I leave my mark like the needle on the dope fiends limbs Powder blue timbs powdered toast man muddy mud skipper With a jug of dirty brown liquor Got the bitches lit like a goddamn manora Then I put the beard-face to her labia majora Scream from the pleasure girl cry from the pain All I wanted was respect and my goddamn chain All I got were the labels trying to send me assignment Ghost writing gigs trying to keep me up in silence I'm from the west coast bitch we invented violence Don't believe me check the tape on the '92 riots I never met a bridge that I didn't want to burn Never met a dollar bill that I didn't want to earn Kill them put them in the urn, send them to my undertaker Bored with this life and I hope to meet my maker I'll look him in the eye and I tell him thanks for nothin Self-made twenty somthin I deserve to be stuntin