Vince Staples - Outro Lyrics
[Verse 1]I'm here to tell the world im from romana parkDiving in the deep water like i know the sharksClimbing in the king daughter i deserved the crownThey weren't *****ing with ya boy, but the heard me nowMe and white boy Mac came to take them backWay back, back when people used to learn from rapI'm here to show you mother*****ers what i learn from pac, slimCouple rounds in the clip down for burning thatBeats i murder that, beef i murder thatHe heard the shooting yell the nerve before he heard the macAnd even if that nigga didn'tBet he know it's themBlack with a little bit of brown like a dobermanThat 1911 hold 11Go and call the 9-11He just send his soul to heaven*****es say the shows is heaven sitting in the front rowTurned a couple polly high games to the gun showTurned a couple ? high gangs to the track meetYou be in to rap beef cause you ain't never have beefJoey thats my brother so im part of all of Fatts beefAnd you know my strapKeep talking thats my black *****2-2-3 make a fat nigga black flipOne 16 wipe niggas off the map quickNever had to show a lot of effort with the rap shitGoing for the kill cause I never really had shitSame old stereo type, got the stereo highHope wouldn't not die that I'm buried like MikeGuys on that ? not leaving my sightIf you want that fire then he leaving tonight to showTwo claps when I see my ?Two straps been moved that across the interstateArizona homies call me flag stap shortieChrome cal tech nine and a big black 40We be shooting up the parties like we got no senseRide around see me tricking, we ain't got no tintsHood been my home, I ain't got no rentWe be chillin' on the pop like we livin' on the popNever slipping, not trying to see the prison like my popsNever giving you a pass if I consider you a OpDon't consider you a threat if you ain't sending niggas shotsGot some killas with me down to put a nigga in the dirtLight the candles on the curb, send a message to the copsSnitch niggas in the feds sending letters to the copsSo I never trust a soul, when they ask I'm never speakingMy baretta Scott King strong and black and she could beatTeam trying to gangrene like that old Max BOld French Montana, macaroni with the cheeseYoung Joe Montana throwing bullets through your defense? you should put him on your teamIf I die on these streets then consider me a martyrEnemies ghost 5 deep in the chargerDown to shoot though cause I got that jumperBeen on that block this my 19th summerMomma playing Stevie Wonder in the kitchen while she cookingPigs knocking at the door don't take my dad to central bookingReading books up in my room cause she won't let me go and playScared her youngest son will go run around and go pick up a K***** that shit you represent I'm here to get these presidentsWouldn't be the only kid to come up where the gangsters livePray to god I never do the shit that both my parents didHistory repeats itself, it's up to me to change itWatch me burn the book of life and write the pages in my ?On some King James shitCall me Mr. on some Rosewood ? shitKeep a pistol in the Gap fleeceWe ain't quick, leave a nigga on the backstreetsSame old shit, you hurt stuck in my waysNo the show don't stop, I could do it for daysIf you disrespect my family we all gon' fightSwinging like T Woods, trying to earn my stripesYeah that uppercut will ***** him up so say goodnight
