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

Dreamed of killing something then I did it, can't forget it

Calling women bitches got me treating mama different

Intermissions, rhyming in my mama's kitchen

I'm ain't trippin, hell is waiting, let the karma kick in

But I'm just tryna kick it, baby slow it down

[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

[Bridge: Vince Staples]

Nigga slow down, you movin' too fast

Just might crash, might burn

Open up your mind, take your time

Baby better wait your turn

Nigga slow down, you movin' too fast

Just might crash, might burn

Open up your mind, take your time

Baby better wait your turn

[Verse 2: Oktane]

It go follow, the pretty girls follow

Them down-home women and them city girls follow

That old lady think he stealin' so she gon' follow

Photoshop it till they double-tap it, they gon' follow

Yeah that's all they're looking for

"Scroll up, can she roll up? Yeah", good to go

Hardly got it floatin' but you're lookin' though

That's how it is, get it how you live

Gotta change it but nothing changes

Until you plan it and rearrange it

They call us niggas

What if I say I don't take offence to it

What if I told you I don't cringe to it

What if I looked whoever said it in his face and said

Your kids love my shit iPod's proof

I'm that nigga, check your kid's music

Life lessons

I humble up and every time I stumble up

I'm just that lion that ain't cryin', while I bust the jungle up

Kelly taught me that some friends are only temporary

And Belly told me that my little sister's looking at me

I tell you how it feel

[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 3: Price]

Open up your mind

We from the west side, we born to ride

They set us up for demise, it's time to rise

Am I a black king cause I'm full of pride?

Or am I nigga cause I like my chicken fried

My girl with thicker thighs, a tinted ride

Hide me while I'm getting high

My cousin died, that left me sick inside

'96, barely six banging "Hypnotize"

Singing "Biggie, Biggie", damn I miss my cousin City

Say that every time I rap, never gon' get tired of that

Counting racks with my pack

That's where you can find me at

In the cut cause it's too many niggas that's switchin' up

When you up they love you

But when you down they don't give a fuck

I tell you what, you think you turnt cause you got put on

But what is you doin' to put your hood on?

I was the young nigga with the hood on

Hands in my pockets and clutching until I realized we was all dying for nothin'

So let me ask you somethin'

[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

[Bridge: Vince Staples]

Nigga slow down, you movin' too fast

Just might crash, might burn

Open up your mind, take your time

Baby better wait your turn

Nigga slow down, you movin' too fast

Just might crash, might burn

Open up your mind, take your time

Baby better wait your turn

[Verse 4: Casey Veggies]

I got my hoodie on like Trayvon

They lettin' people get away with them hate crimes

Police shot em, how was there no witness? It was day time

Way this shit goin' it's like racism still alive

Come as you are and represent with your life on

Young black kings just shining with our ice on

On stage telling you life stories, keep the lights on

Y'all been eating but my people, we would like some

The youth need hope, the inspiration, they could use it now

I bump your music when in doubt or when I'm feeling down

A lot on my mind, I still try to use a smile

Just some young hot boys, they treat us like some juveniles

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