[Sample: Eddie Griffin]
Blew-blew-blew-blew-blew
Club clearing out like roaches when the light come on
That motherfucker walk out, don't nobody know what happened
He still praying (Poor Wayfaring Stranger)
[Intro: Vince Staples]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Yeah
[Verse: Vince Staples]
You had a blog; we had Berettas, ayy
Couldn't buy no birds; we fly together, ayy
How has every single rapper been a dopeman?
Really tryna kill cuh, lift it up with both hands
Is you pushing for real? Talking rocks, Xans
I done slid enough to see a Glock jam
Couldn't take the heat, so you bought fan, yeah
Every stream freshwater; limousine tints sparkle (Poor Wayfaring Stranger)
If I can't see you, you got something to hide
Told me all I ever do is fuckin' lie, yeah
At least you happy, though; bag Dior
My momma helped my daddy bag the dope—that's real love
I'm searching for some real love
Someone to set my heart free
Shot him on the eight-block, I hope nobody saw me
When there's problems, call me; they know the way my heart beat (Poor Wayfaring Stranger)
[Sample: Eddie Griffin]
I told you, you know how I am
You go on and sort him out, 'cause he wasn't cool 'round here
(Poor Wayfaring Stranger)
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