Vince Staples & Michael Uzowuru - LORD lyrics

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[Intro:sample]

In '76 you know they stop fighting

Niggas start shooting

You know it was something new to me

You know we use to fight all the time

The next minute I'm runnin from gunshots

So, the only thing I said to myself

Say man are we gonna start doing what they're doing

You know the same thing they do to us

We do to them

[?]...but you had to either do or die

Or stay in the house

You know fight or stay in the house

So I wasn't gon' stay in the house for nobody....

[Verse 1: Vince Staples]

I ain't never really care about shit

Soon as my father abandoned his kids

I was down for the problems

I promised my momma

I wasn't gonna die, so I got this revolver

Hammers will heal what a fist can't fix

Won't get down I'mma sent 'bout six

Ain't no question I'm wit' that shit

On the highway to hell

But it's still angeHel

Gotta plug in the scale

Tryna make this money

Crooked ass police tryna take this from me

Either watch yo step, or you catch that weap(weapon)

Niggas take your life 'cuz you ain't worth shit

Tell my momma don't trust not a soul that she meet

9 times outta ten niggas just like me

Tryna some up off the next man

Hammer in my left hand

[Hook x1: Vince Staples]

Voice from grandma yelling from the dead

She said just pray to sweet Lord Jesus

But he can't do shit, when you bleedin

Still ain't got no food in that freezer

You gon' do whatever you need cuz

God don't come when there's niggas at the door

Shimmy shimmy ya, I'mma give to him raw

Roaches in the hallway,sleeping on the floor

Welcome to the land of the lost and destroyed

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]

My brother Smalls, told a nigga focus on the money

But why try when they tryna take a nigga under

Spend a thousand every-time a nigga make a hundred

And they wonder why I'm wild when I'm out in public

Demons form in the presences of nothing but struggle

It's easy to hustle when knowing nobody love you

Ain't nothing to lose

This money to gain

Fuck playin' by the rules, shoot him his brain

Life change when you take shit by the range

Sitting in the rain wit' a Glock nine

Waiting for the bus on [?:some street name]

I wish a bitch would roll by on some funny shit

Niggas know I got mines

Hard times make nigga face hard time in a cell

Never heard of hell, only heard of home

Hardly ever there

Shit I rather roam

[Hook x1]

[Verse 3]

If 1st and 2nd Corinthians

Could give a nigga spinnin rims or Christina Milian

I'll prolly give that shit a chance

Coulda went the college route

But I choose the nigga plan

Broken heart sitting on my path try and watch my step

God bless a child with a gift then he turned his back

Told him choose his own way

Guess I choose the wrong way

But it's only one way

Either wit'the gunplay

Or you getting dumped on, nigga ain't a soul safe

I live my life as if a nigga could get killed tonight

Niggas running at they mouth like they wanna die

I ain't the passive nigga most would probably wanna try

In the land of the lost only the strong survive

Ridin' round wit' 4s under the seat

In a four door jeep that's 400 hundred degrees

Looking for my enemies

They haunt me when I sleep

So any nigga that taunt me getting shot

[Outro: Vince Staples]

My name is Vince Staples

I don't represent nothin..

It's gonna be for you niggas real soon

It's gonna be over for you real soon