Baretta Scott King

[Hook]

We don't talk to strangers, we cop bangers

Trappin at night man, it might get dangerous

[Verse 1: Vince Staples]

I rap because I'm bored, and I'm bored because I hate everything

That I see day after day, out in L.A, I just stay

Because I'm scared that my life will be real once I leave

I hope God's gotta trick up his sleeve, just for me

If he there, or care about a nigga like that

Told the voices stuck in my head that I'll be right back

Can't get sidetracked, too much to lose

It's 1000 ways to die, way too many to choose from

The hardest part is wishin' for escape when you can't run

I'm unstable, not ready for when my fame come

So I prepare for the worst, I know them faggs will say

He snapped, but he snapped soon as his grandmother passed away

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[Verse 2: Vince Staples]

But at the end of the night, I don't know you niggas

So I feel as if It's nothin' that I owe you niggas

That 4 pound Goku's niggas, leaves holes big as whole foods produce section

But if I empty a clip

I'll still be empty as shit

Fuck all that sympathy shit

Find where my empathy went

Just wish you would leave me alone

Then I start righting my wrongs

Probably stop writing these songs

Now all this pressure is on

Standing in the midst of the fire

Just turn my back on the world

Cus everybody's a liar

Guess its time for me to find my messiah

All my scriptures come as bullets

And the bible's in the form of a rifle

Just take one to the head

I don't gotta recite

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