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Joy Crookes returns after three years with a bass-heavy collaboration featuring Vince Staples, addressing personal drama through confrontational lyrics.
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"Killin' Y'all" is a track by Vince Staples, from the album Stolen Youth, released 11th June 2013. Full lyrics are available below. Dork has published 1 article about Vince Staples.
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[Verse 1: Ab-Soul] Black-lip bastard, destined to be a bastard Crip But I passed on it to make classic hits I pray I'm forgiven for not bein' down or puttin' the work in that certain niggas did Reason behind they service in the pen partially why I don't write I just pull it out the wind, sometime I can't sleep at night I be thinkin' 'bout my friends, know they up to no good, it's all bad I seen the yellow tape at Del's and almost had a heart attack You never know with this shit, I don't understand Kids carry cannons on Instagram, but cryin' when the cuffs on they hands It's out my hands, it's two sides to every story And I ain't a judge or signed up for jury duty My youth was stolen, movin' too quick, it's sick though 'Cause Vince know what I know now and I'm twenty-six, we still movin' further Hope my seeds grow to be trees and not just bushes hidin' burners [Chorus] Hey, can I live without killin' y'all? Please Can I live without killin' y'all? Please Can I live without killin' y'all? Can I live without killin' y'all? Can I live without killin' y'all? Can I live without [Verse 2: Vince Staples] Call the gang unit, they know the name, foolie I truly was built for this shit I'm in the ring coolin' right by where the enemies live You know you can't kill a giant with a lucky shot Aim for the head when you fuck with God Jehovah I'll hopefully be speakin' the colder the beat Snitchin', we domin' your niece Homies as cold as police Momma had told us as kids never to shit where you eat Ain't got a clip for the heat, .357, I think I'm Itch Dawg Niggas know I'm 6-5 'til I'm six feet Under where they took us, undercovers parked on Orizaba Dogs up in the yard of the abandoned where we hide the choppers I couldn't hide from the karma, you see, it followed me Fuck it, get it crackin' in public These niggas rap for the fashion, they want the mansion, they puppets A puppet master will bust and that chamber talk, but I'm muzzled [Chorus] Hey, can I live without killin' y'all? Please Can I live without killin' y'all? Please Can I live without killin' y'all? Can I live without killin' y'all? Can I live without killin' y'all? Can I live without killin' y'all?
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