Fiberoptics

[Intro: Vince Staples] Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Vince Staples] I spend a extra hundred on it 'cause it's fresh out the box I bought a spot around the corner just to flex on the opps Yeah, RIP to Dorner, wishing death on the cops They treat my melanin like something you need medicine for See, I was born off Artesia, probably die on that bitch Forty-five with a stick, forty-five fucking kids So I ain't following no leader, fuck a flag, I got my own Wrap it 'round my face, I wrap my hand around the chrome Semi-automatic fire by the AutoZone Dropping shells with him [?], I swear they'll never fold Never been no nigga from the block who ever told Catch a opp, it's fiber optics, watch how quick it load [Interlude: Boldy James] Where we at? [Verse 2: Boldy James] Had a Bren and a Browning, big MG 42 Mag in the Maxim, Hotchkiss and a Schwarzlose 1931, AK from Finland 7.92 bullets, three millimeters bigger AS70 by 90 Beretta, brazen Theodor Bergman in the bezel Legs on the M37, never the lesser The Breda .38 come with a shell catcher and a compressor HK21 kept 'em big cans DS-39 with the kickstand FN Minimi, M25 Fear the party from Argentina, 7.65 Springfield, fuck around .30-06 sendin' niggas back to Dreamville Salvator-Dormus for whoever gon' retaliate MAC-58 look like it fell off of a battle tank Where we at? [Interlude: Vince Staples] Yeah Yeah Yeah [Verse 3: Vince Staples] Fucked up the streets, down the streets and around the corners Made it out the streets, not the beef, no, it's never over Left Ramona streets, tryna breathe, now we in a coma Police pull me over, he just tryna meet the quota He ain't even tryna search for real, he would've found the blower Niggas out hear get that hurt for real, ain't no more from the shoulder Save that for the county jail, we hit the pen', we playing Pokémon I ain't gotta press it when you know the line, we never been the deepest (Nah) But they feel the pressure when we beefin' (Dead homies) If they say they two Nk somebody rest-in-peacein' Name a hood, we trippin' on that, we ain't got no killing zone (Name one) Every time we ever did our shit, we did 'em wrong Tryna send 'em home, they only with the shit in songs (Studios) Lil' nigga skin and bones, if I get hit I'm gone (Yeah) So in the words of Lil' ½ I'm hittin' hard and fast, Cherry Ave (Yeah) Norf