6 Five Heartbeats

[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)