[Verse 1: Vince Staples] Uh, time is money motherfucker, and money matters Automatics make em' panic like it's East Atlantic Jordan High summer school with my nigga Savage Back when I was tryna' plot on fucking skinny Jasmine Had a couple tablets we was pitching like Santana Times was hard we ain't have no God, but we had hammers Don't ever put me in a box with you rap bastards Came from a different struggle, niggas had a different hustle Never been suburban, piled in a Suburban nickel-plated Gervin Hope they ready for that thunder cuz' my K.P. never on safety Fortified with that .45 so who wanna die? Just another product of my mothers pride Smothered in my mothers lies Christ never died for me But I know some niggas that'll give they life for me You niggas can stick to praisin' and my niggas will stick to bangin' If I die today remember me like Curt Hennig Perfect in every way, now let the devils prayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
