Tweakin'

Vince Staples

专辑：FM!

LYRICS

作词 : Staples, Vince

作曲 : Staples, Vince

This for the ones

(Never had none and never been bought)

Live by the gun

(Die by the gun, rifle sun)

Grind for the Ghost

(World for my girl, rise for the hogs)

Slide for the cross

(Ride for the cross, nine to your dome)

Work hard in the wild, bounty found

Never checks, never count

I suggest you pout

I'ma send this b***h out, get blessed by the God

Don't get clapped on

Just a young black man with a backbone

In the back come home, come black on

In the Batmobile, Black Malcolm, yeah

When Jibari died was off the porch for homicides

Then when Hefe died, I bought some things to pass the gas

But when Johnny died all I had was shows booked

Down to burn in hell, I don't care how my soul look

I know you gon' tell, I can tell by your fro's look

But I love you still, flaws and all, you my dawg

Put me behind bars and all 'cause we came up out the park

It's just crazy seeing everybody change when things get hard

We just lost somebody else this weekend, no no

Think that I am jumping off the deep end, yeah yeah

Nothing out of something I was leaving

Tryna find my piece of mind, it's litting

I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin'

Look at how far we done came (yeah)

Now I'm a face and a name (yeah)

Just gotta call 'bout my tweets (yeah)

Told me to watch what I'm sayin' (yeah)

Just got a call 'bout the streets (yeah)

Told me to watch for a Jeep (yeah)

Liberty lurk in the east (yeah)

They hoppin' out ready to squeeze (yeah)

****ed up emotional nowadays

Lyin', they hide their coward ways

Crying in court when they catch a case

Off of the porch at eleven grade

Call in the week, when my mama prayed

Prolly why none of my karma came

Just put the Benz in my mama name

Family first, I can't get re-raised

Had me up in church at a young age

Should've had the b***h at the gun range

Woulda been a lot more useful shit

Who up in the pulpit truthful shit

Bunch of poor people gon' use the shit

Might as well go and get used to it

Tryna get rich, get everybody fed

But everybody dead

We just lost somebody else this weekend, no no

Think that I am jumping off the deep end, yeah yeah

Nothing out of something I was leaving

Tryna find my piece of mind, it's litting

I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin'

Look how far we came

Big Boy's Neighborhood that's "Tweakin'" right there, man

Y'all stick around, y'all radio's right here in Big Boy Neighborhood