Intro

[Verse: Vince Staples] Live from Delusion Die on the street or reside in the ruins Run and hide from police, throw the 9 in the sewer Twenty-five is the least of the time that you doin' Do or die, stayin' true to the lies on the stand Right hand on the word of a god and forget All the wrongs that you did tryna live by your means Breakin' news, 10 p.m., see your friends on the screen And these bitches wanna talk about some mo'fuckin' rap Bullet holes in the home where my lil' brother at Pigs parked on the street, so we can't shoot back Spend a week where I sleep, most can't do that Might look half neat 'til the nightfall come First the Goodyear screech, then you hear that drum Fuck 911, police don't come Had Jabari on the streets 'til the sun came up Momma's son raised up in the midst of a feud I'm from genocide where you die for your residence Die for the presidents I chase who reached the same fate So I never get to thrive in the relishment Might seem jaded but even Satan was heaven-sent Could've been a bum, broke, sleepin' by the 710 Seventeen, dropped out, knew I had to make a way Couldn't have my granny broke 'fore she see the pearly gates Hope she ain't judged for me Only person livin' ever showed love to me Dad did time 'cause he sold drugs for me I could never judge a man tryna better off his fam Shoot a fucker where he stand, gotta take you to your maker 'Til I'm buried in the grass and the candle light the pavement I'ma do it to the best of my abilities, the fear in me is gone You can hear it in the song while you listenin' [Outro: Delusional Thomas] Vince Staples and Larry Fisherman Present Tales of a Stolen Youth We appreciate