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