Vince Staples For The Green Box

[Verse 1: Vince Staples]

Soon going to hell and sooner going to jail

As soon as it's off the scale I'm sending it through the mail

I'm doing it by myself cause niggas are known to tell

And a closed mouth just get feds, 25 to life

Violent, white or mary-jane, to the pigs it's all the same

Slaughterhouse sitting on my waist let them get a taste

That P19 got springs like Gerald Green, shit

What more can I say? I load and I spray

You see it take a real man to shoot a soul in his face

And you know it come with a case

And maybe y'all not built like that

Cuz, pussy only get a pussy nigga side-tracked

I know these hoes will be hoes, the story has been told

Swear I'll shoot a nigga down if he play me on my paper chase

My patience thin trying to win in this amazing race

I die for money, I done seen my momma cry for money

Waking up at 6 just to wait for the WIC

But of course them motherfuckers wasn't paying the shit

Had too much to get help, but we was praying to live

So nigga blame it on self when I run in your crib

Black mask and a black mac and blame it on them