Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Outro , by - Vince Staples. Song from the album Stolen Youth, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 04.12.2014
Record label: Flatland
Song language: English
Outro |
| I’m here to tell the world I’m from Ramona park |
| Diving in the deep water like I know the sharks |
| Climbing in the king daughter I deserved the crown |
| They weren’t fucking with ya boy, but they heard me now |
| Me and white boy Mac came to take them back |
| Way back, back when people used to learn from rap |
| I’m here to show you motherfuckers what I learn from Pac, Slim |
| Couple rounds in the clip down for burning that |
| Beats i murder that, beef i murder that |
| Heard the shooter yell NNer before he heard the mac |
| And even if that nigga didn’t |
| Bet he know it’s them |
| Black with a little bit of brown like a doberman |
| That 1911 hold 11 |
| Go and call the 9−11 |
| He just send his soul to heaven |
| Bitches say the shows is heaven sitting in the front row |
| Turned a couple Poly High games to the gun show |
| Turned a couple Wilson High gangs to the track meet |
| You be in to rap beef cause you ain’t never have beef |
| Joey thats my brother so I’m part of all of Fatts beef |
| And you know my strap |
| Keep talking thats my black bitch |
| 2−2-3 make a fat nigga black flip |
| One 16 wipe niggas off the map quick |
| Never had to show a lot of effort with the rap shit |
| Going for the kill cause I never really had shit |
| Same old stereo type, got the stereo hype |
| Hope when I die that I’m buried like Mike |
| Guys on that prize that ain’t even my sight |
| If you want that fire then he leaving tonight to show |
| Two claps when I see my yaNNcs |
| Two straps been moved that across the interstate |
| Arizona homies call me Flagstaff shortie |
| Chrome Kel Tec nine and a big black 40 |
| We be shooting up the parties like we got no sense |
| Ride around city trippin, we ain’t got no tints |
| Hood been my home, I ain’t got no rent |
| We be chillin' on the pop like we livin' on the pop |
| Never slipping, not trying to see the prison like my pops |
| Never giving you a pass if I consider you a Op |
| Don’t consider you a threat if you ain’t sending niggas shots |
| Got some killas with me down to put a nigga in the dirt |
| Light the candles on the curb, send a message to the cops |
| Snitch niggas in the feds sending letters to the cops |
| So I never trust a soul, when they ask I’m never speaking |
| My Baretta Scott King strong and black and she could be |
| Team trying to gangrene like that old Max B |
| Old French Montana, macaroni with the cheese |
| Young Joe Montana throwing bullets through your defense |
| They need Vince, you should put him on your team |
| If I die on these streets then consider me a martyr |
| Enemies ghost 5 deep in the charger |
| Down to shoot though cause I got that jumper |
| Been on that block this my 19th summer |
| Momma playing Stevie Wonder in the kitchen while she cooking |
| Pigs knocking at the door to take my dad to central booking |
| Reading books up in my room cause she won’t let me go and play |
| Scared her youngest son will run around and go pick up a K |
| Fuck that shit you represent I’m here to get these presidents |
| Wouldn’t be the only king to come up where the peasants live |
| Pray to god I never do the shit that both my parents did |
| History repeats itself, it’s up to me to change it |
| Watch me burn the book of life and write the pages in my favor |
| On some King James shit |
| Call me Mr. on some Rosewood Ving Rhames shit |
| Keep a pistol in the Gap fleece |
| We aim quick, leave a nigga on the backstreets |
| Same old shit, you heard Stuck In My Ways |
| No the show don’t stop, I could do it for days |
| If you disrespect my family we all gon' fight |
| Swinging like T Woods, trying to earn my stripes |
| Yeah that uppercut will fuck him up so say goodnight |