Vince Staples - Oh,You Scared (ft.Jhene Aiko) lyrics

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Nigga, what's the deal? Pay attention

Most the time that I've been living we been public housing tenants

Never had no pot to piss so bitch excuse me if I brag a lot

Niggas never had a shot unless you talking 38 that …I got

Can't get passed them pearly gates, neglected what your past had taught

But you gonna smoke your weed still and you gonna sip your lean still

So I'm gonna hold this heat 'till they make me take my seat in prison

Doing shit my way to 25 to life what I'm stationed, baby

My temper short, that anger made me have days in court

In my hood spill blood a sport and the killer's face can show no remorse

Got student loans and you failed the course

Of course you dropped out like 6 am and you see the cops out

Niggas been turned up, no need to stop now

Speed up, skeet up then air the block out

El Camino creeping with your homies in your backseat

Once you hit that corner watch them niggas turn to athletes

Make him run his pockets, take his wallet then his house keys

Staking out his mama house, we taking every damn thing

Oh, you scared, ain't you?

Oh, you scared, ain't you?

Oh, you scared, ain't you?

Oh, you scared, ain't you?

You getting bread, ain't you?

You getting brag, ain't you?

Ain't you? Ain't you?

Nigga, where my money at?

Oh, you scared, ain't you?

Oh, you scared, ain't you?

Oh, you scared, ain't you?

Oh, you scared, ain't you?

You getting brag, ain't you?

You getting brag, ain't you?

Ain't you? Ain't you?

Nigga, where my money at?

If Illuminati buying souls and all these fears was dying broke

God who made my life this hard so hell where we decide to go

Could you really judge us knowing us then close to what was given?

Father up in prison, Jesus here, but He ain't struggle with us

The church only made shit worse

The money we was given ain't go to God

Mostly nice cars that Reverends could sit in, destined for jail

We just some niggas facing sentence, we sitting at a standstill

You broke, but you the man still trying to find your plan still

Two kids and more bills, food stamps and dope deals, hood life with no frills

But still they swear they feel you and never been close to near you

Once who preach protect and serve the main ones trying to kill you

It ain't no path to life, no prepping for no afterlife

It ain't no wrong or right, it's just the shit you do and shit you don't

Friends that's killing niggas is the only ones you praying for

But words, they never stopped no bullet

Oh, you scared, nigga?

Oh, you scared, ain't you?

Oh, you scared, ain't you?

Oh, you scared, ain't you?

Oh, you scared, ain't you?

You getting brag, ain't you?

You getting brag, ain't you?

Ain't you? Ain't you?

Nigga, where my money at?

Oh, you scared, ain't you?

Oh, you scared, ain't you?

Oh, you scared, ain't you?

Oh, you scared, ain't you?

You getting brag, ain't you?

You getting brag, ain't you?

Ain't you? Ain't you?

Nigga, where my money at?