Got ‘Em - Vince Staples & Mustard

Die Thoughts replaced by placid romance Without movement, I can't escape Die Searching through the static Twisted and torn inside of Such blinding visions of destruction So I have to wonder Was this in the master plan? Now a broken future's all that we hold Broken Broken Our broken future is all that we hold Our day draws To it's close Dusk Washes away Washes away Integrity now bleeds away As tired hearts are left to drain Integrity now bleeds away As tired hearts are left to drain Do you see there faces when you fall asleep at night? Now they're nothing more than blood stained memories Blo stained memories Blo stained memories Blo stained memories Blo stained memories

This is the town and these are the people This is the town where the people all stay This is the town and these are the people That's the way they wanted it That's the way it's going to stay This is the town and these are the people This is the town where the people all stay That's the way they wanted it That's the way it's going to stay-ay-ay Everything's got 'em Everything needs one Couldn't be without one Everything has one This is the town and these are the people This is the town where the people all stay This is the town people all have one That's the way they wanted it That's the way it's going to stay That's the way they wanted it That's the way it's going to stay

T99, 少し強さを送ってくれ) Hol' up, hol' up Marni bucket with the jacket to match Askin' bitches "Where the chemistry at?" C.O. trippin' when they visitin' max Takin' guns, we ain't givin' it back You ain't fuckin', no, return the gift back I done told bitches, this ain't a finesse Bro, you a killer, then say it with your chest Bro get to clutchin', he trippin' off X Bitch, you ain't nothin', ain't trippin' for sex I was so deep and I came on her chest Back to back sex, you know honey the best I can not ever wear Carti's again Count up a million, my hands was swole Why you so cocky? Your friends is hoes You got a Porsche, we ain't playin' with those Bitch, I'm the reason the trеnches home Shoot me a tеxt, ain't answer the phone The two-hundred minutes ain't lastin' long Hop in a group with the trenches phone I'm tryna see what the trenches on Got him a car again I told him to spin and spin and spin again That was an accident You need your lash esthetician bitch to get in I done move fast again I done brought the car all cash, I need tints He hit the perculator for the Percocets These niggas ain't my friends Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em Hold up, them drugs, hold up Like, hold up, them drugs, you got 'em Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em Hold up, them drugs, hold up Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em (Yeah) Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em (Yeah) He off a muscle, relaxin' He know the customers got 'em, serve him, woah He like a certain reaction Why he be takin' them capsules? I'm like "Woah" I get a certain reaction I'm keepin' the murderers happy, I'm like "Woah" She know her ass is fatter She know how that surgery got her, I'm like "Woah" Pussy stinkin', she tryna blame her PH balance I'm like "No" Two things ain't ever seen is one main hoppin' hoes, one go I'm a dog, gotta shake the paw, I'll fuck your friend, she won't know Why you be tellin' the business? But since you gon' tell, just tell 'em you be off the coke Plan B, she be eatin' pills I done tricked her to takin', ain't fuckin' no more Brodie cup got lean still, if I take a pill, I'm drivin' the boat I was never into abusin' women, when I fuck from the back I be grabbin' her throat Never believe what the blogs be talkin' about You know we ain't duckin' the smoke Brodie a gremlin, he popped him a fake Percocet, his face hurt I'm in Miami, you think I'm the fake Durk, get hit in your face first I mix the purple and yellow together, I feel way better, a laker I can't chase her, nah, I can't chase her Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em Hold up, them drugs, hold up Like, hold up, them drugs, you got 'em Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em Hold up, them drugs, hold up Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em (Yeah) Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em (Yeah)

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This is for my future baby mama Hope your skin is black as midnight I'll take you out that Honda I can put you in a Benz I can balance out your chakras Fornication is a sin, we can fuck all night regardless Our father art in heaven, as I pray for new McLarens Pray the police don't come blow me down 'cause of my complexion Everybody think they know me now Cause I'm chicken-checkin' Negro, you are not my homie How dare you think it's different Boy, you tripping Gas break 'n dip, the cash came, I flipped And stacked that, yeah I stacked that past the ceiling So sacrilegious, don't ask to chat And don't ask for pictures, bagbak I'm tripping Bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me Better bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me Better bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me Bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me, homie Boy I'm buoyant, we are Floating on them peons Go in 'til they take my bro'nem out them CDCRs Prison system broken, racial war commotion Until the president get ashy, Vincent won't be votin' We need Tamikas and Shaniquas in that Oval Office Obama ain't enough for me, we only getting started The next Bill Gates can be on Section 8 up in the projects So 'til they love my dark skin Bitch I'm goin' all in Gas break 'n dip, the cash came, I flipped And stacked that, yeah I stacked that past the ceiling So sacrilegious, don't ask to chat And don't ask for pictures, bagbak I'm tripping Bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me Better bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me Better bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me Bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me, homie They found it Depth close to 3,230 feet A deep dive, but within acceptable range Clap your hands if the police ever profiled You ain't gotta worry, don't be scary 'cause we on now Ain't no gentrifying us, we finna buy the whole town Tell the one percent to suck a dick, because we on now We on now, we on now Tell the one percent to suck a dick, because we on now Tell the government to suck a dick, because we on now Tell the president to suck a dick, because we on now We on now We on now We on now We on now

One time, circling the block Lil' buddy got murdered on the flock Two times, you know how we rock You know who we knocked on, you know who we shot You know how we comin', come from nothin', I got Christian Dior, I'm crippin' Bijoux Made her uh-oh, let the mission endure Gave a little money to me, now I want more Don't be lookin' funny when we come up in the store My black is beautiful but I'll still shoot at you, dawg 2Pac, death tells all Watch out for the niggas in the Lakewood Mall Bitch, you touch, Nobu brunch No bit change, no blue Chucks Just big things, cuz gon' bust Cuz sure bust, but we ain't on one We just wanna have fun We don't wanna fuck up nothin' We don't wanna fuck up nothin' Fun, we don't wanna fuck up nothin' And we don't give a fuck 'bout nothin' We just wanna have fun We don't wanna fuck up nothin' We don't wanna fuck up nothin' Fun, we don't wanna fuck up nothin' And we don't give a fuck about nothin' We just wanna have fun I'm so Norfy, my loves go viral for me Ride slow, hop out, get hyphy Think I know why he no like me He broke, we know, sitch He told, he on print Black and white like old flicks We blam, these bands like goldens, I'm hopeless Give me all the money in my hand Type of money pop a rubber band Miss with the glitz and the glam Fried catfish at The Ritz in Japan Yeah, kickin' baby, tell me when to go (Tell me when to go) Tweakin', I'ma leave him on the floor (Leave him on the floor) Ricky in the ally adiós But we don't want the smoke We just wanna have fun We don't wanna fuck up nothin' We don't wanna fuck up nothin' Fun, we don't wanna fuck up nothin' And we don't give a fuck 'bout nothin' We just wanna have fun We don't wanna fuck up nothin' We don't wanna fuck up nothin' Fun, we don't wanna fuck up nothin' And we don't give a fuck about nothin' We just wanna have fun Mack a bitch down, mack a bitch down (Mack a bitch) Mack a bitch down, mack a bitch down (Mack a bitch) Mack a bitch down, mack a bitch down (Mack a bitch) Mack a bitch down, mack a bitch down (Mack a bitch) We don't need no suckers in this bitch We just wanna have fun, we just (Wanna have fun, what's happenin'?) We don't need no suckers in this bitch We just wanna have fun, we just (Wanna have fun, what's happenin'?) Mack a bitch down, mack a bitch down (Mack a bitch) Mack a bitch down, mack a bitch down (Mack a bitch) Mack a bitch down, mack a bitch down (Mack a bitch) Mack a bitch down, mack a bitch down (Mack a bitch) We don't need no suckers in this bitch We just wanna have fun, we just (Wanna have fun, what's happenin'?) We don't need no suckers in this bitch We just wanna have fun, we just (Wanna have fun, what's happenin'?) FN57, get down on a nigga FN57 and them M's, not heaven

Way up, way up Way up, way up Same old thing Watch me do the same old thing If I wrote your ass a love song, could I make it bang? If I pull up with my guns drawn, run, I make it bang Homie, tell me where you come from, tell me what you bang Ain't a damn thing funny, but we laughin' to the bank Never blow it on chains, rather blow my fuckin' brain Decorator came from Spain, blow the budget on an accent couch What that accent 'bout? Southern California livin' Daddy in and out of prison, ain't no father to my style I'm the ODB of the OPB When I go OT, all the shows sold out And the hoes show out, tryna be a baby mama Tryna break a player pockets, that's a no no This day forward, I ain't takin' photos Then we wear our old clothes, we ain't givin' promo no mo' Just the same old thing (way up, way up) Watch me do the same old thing Do the same old thing, do the same old thing (way up, way up) Watch me do the same old thing, just the same old Same thing (way up, way up, way up, way up) Same old Same thing (way up, way up, way up, way up) Chain, big chain, ain't shit changed, same old thing Win the race or fix your face, your woman on my dinner plate I'm comin' for that last supper, center seat, I've been a G I traffic 'cross the interstate We cracked and launched the murder rate They know who did the killin', but they didn't see Want a verse? This the price. Want a show? This the fee We don't do no bargain shoppin', we don't show no empathy Empty out your pockets, $10,000 fee for that talkin' I gotta take this extra five No doubt in mind, we the best alive No testifyin', we silent Never told on my partners My partner and 'em got bodies I'm tryna put 'em in 'Raris They used to put us in G rides, so now I put 'em in college Put 'em on with this business then put 'em on with your mama Just the same old thing (way up, way up) Watch me do the same old thing Do the same old thing, do the same old thing (way up, way up) Watch me do the same old thing, just the same old Same thing (way up, way up, way up, way up) Same old Same thing (way up, way up, way up, way up) Chain, big chain, ain't shit changed, same old thing Way up, way up Way up, way up