[Verse 1: Vince Staples] Live from Delusion Die on the street or reside in the ruins Run and hide from police, throw the nine in the sewer 25 is the least of the time that you doin' Do or die, staying true to the lies on the stand Right hand on the word of a God and forget All the wrongs that you did tryna live by your means Breaking news, 10pm, see your friends on the screen And these bitches wanna talk about some mafuckin' rap Bullet holes in the home where my lil' brother at Pigs parked on the street so we can't shoot back Spend a week where I sleep, most can't do that Might look half neat till the nightfall come First the good years screech then you hear that drum Fuck 911, police don't come Had Jabari on the streets till the sun came up Momma's son raised up in the midst of a feud I'm from genocide where you die for your residence Die for the presidents I chase We reach the same fate so I never get to thrive in the relishment Might seem jaded but even Satan was heaven-sent Could've been a bum, broke sleeping by the 710 17 dropped out, knew I had to make a way Could'nt have my granny broke 'fore she see the pearly gates Hope she ain't judged for me Only person livin' ever showed love to me Dad did time cause he sold drugs for me I could never judge a man tryna better off his fam Shoot a fucker where he stand, gotta take you to your maker Till I'm buried in the grass and the candle light the pavement I'ma do it till the best of my abilities The fear in me is gone You can hear it in the song while you listenin'
[Outro: Delusional Thomas] Vince Staples and Larry Fisherman Present Tales of the Stolen Youth We appreciate itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
