[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
Still jaded, still maintaining, still do dirt 'cause we still ain't famous
Still stainless, that's more mills for the kill-makers
Them A&Rs can't break you, that's a deal-breaker
But I still sign major, I need paper
Too important, give him a fortress, he don't need neighbors
Youth extorted, they took it from me like Losing Isaiah
Exchange shooters for parades, funerals when they parade us
Just partake in the madness: computers and tablets
Destroy human nature so people is passive
Skip through the traffic and drugs that they package and slung
To thе African youth, still established, herе in America
Fear in they retinas, rear-views are regular, throwing down the sets up
[Chorus: Kilo Kish]
Sweet Lord Jesus, tell the polices to let a nigga breathe
My sinning father's seed
Got a semi by the seat; see, my niggas tryna eat
Eat whatever’s on your plate, save some for me
Sweet Lord Jesus, tell the polices to let a nigga live
Chilling by the crib
Like they living across the street, you feel it when the beat ride
[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
I'm my mother's son, black pants sagging and the khakis flooded up
Talking, get undercut
Still sloppy, slurp the broth until he under something
The frosty say to bundle up
Got him jumping like the jury was a runaway
Tell a sucker nigga muzzle up or get his huddle sprayed
Show the cold weather, sun, the shade I'm under
Pay run among the young and blazed in this tundra
Tumbleweed smoke still rising off the drifting silhouette
The fingertips and lips still burn a little from the cigarette
Typa nigga like to giggle at the fickle threats
Tires scraping the median, leaning like bicycle pegs
I've been eating a light, spin to be easy alright
You've never seen this, I'm bright
We'd have been eating these light fixtures up
Ice grip in this moment, it's still niggas beside 'em
Who still stealing and robbing for meals for real
Trying to sneak the cake up out the bakery quiet
Dodge and evade all the fire
Watch what you saying to sire
[Chorus: Kilo Kish]
Sweet Lord Jesus, tell the polices to let a nigga breathe
My sinning father's seed
Got a semi by the seat; see, my niggas tryna eat
Eat whatever’s on your plate, save some for me
Sweet Lord Jesus, tell the polices to let a nigga live
Chilling by the crib
Like they living across the street, you feel it when the beat ride
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