Vince Staples - Stuck In My Ways lyrics

rate me

I wanna ask God what if Bible lie to me

Just full of politics, leaving niggas without a sin

Is it false prophets who forge religious documents?

Outghta spend my whole life sinning without a consequence

Momma try to figure what the fuck my problem is

And why I gotta live this way, I know my path ain’t straight

But in the field don’t nothing but grit matter

Just get at how you live and figure this shit after

Nigga, gotta get it ‘fore I die out here

Don’t wanna see my momma cry out tears, staying below the earth

Guess heaven’s out of the question but for what it’s worth

I made the most out the nothing that they give us

Hoes was frigid but balls, these boulders sit on my shoulders

I try to figure my motives for leaving niggas behind

But if my fate is defined I hope whatever Messiah that send me there

Louis only did this shit for survival, I’m so

Stuck in my ways

The love and the hate was both shoved in my face

Gotta stay on your toes

Hands costing the race, just wasn’t given the dough

You came out, why stay?

Your name up in the game

You start watching it back

These hoes want what you got

Tryina plunder your stacks

Still the plot thickens

Yeah, they better hope God with ‘em

Is black pride still alive or was niggas tripping?

‘Cause last time I checked we lost self-respect

To sums in a minute ‘cause mama’s with the business

And daddy just tryina fuck you, he left

That’s just luck suppressed, nothing but anger inside that chamber

They from the other side so we hate ‘em, don’t need to explain it

Baby mama drama, just comma, being the hating

Now it’s looking like a bushy, your mama doing a favor

Black Buick LeSabre creeping down the street

No tags on the whip, saw you sneaking past police

25, two strikes, you don’t need a number three

They pull you over now you nervous ‘cause the heat up out of seats so

Stuck in my ways

The love and the hate was both shoved in my face

Gotta stay on your toes

Hands costing the race, just wasn’t given the dough

You came out, why stay?

Your name up in the game

You start watching it back

These hoes want what you got

Tryina plunder your stacks

Still the plot thickens

Yeah, they better hope God with ‘em