| This for the ones
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| (Never had none and never been bums)
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| Live by the gun
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| (Die by the gun, rise 'fore the sun)
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| Grind for the goals
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| (World for my girl, lies for the hoes)
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| Slide for the Cro’s
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| (Ride for the Cro’s, nine to your dome)
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| Warhol on the wall, ball 'til you fall
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| Never text, never call, I suggest you applaud
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| I’m the set’s synagogue, get blessed by the god
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| Don’t get clapped on
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| Just a young black man with a backbone
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| In a black Comme Homme, Comme Black on
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| In the Batmobile, black, no chrome, yeah
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| When Jabari died, was off the porch for homicides
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| Then when Half had died, I bought some things to pass the guys
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| But when Johnny died, all I had was shows booked
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| Down to burn in Hell, I don’t care how my soul look
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| I know you gon' tell, I can tell by your froze look
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| But I love you still, flaws and all, you my dawg
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| Put me behind bars and all 'cause we came up at the Park
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| It’s just crazy seein' everybody change when things get hard
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| We just lost somebody else this weekend, no, no
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| Think that I am jumping off the deep end, yeah, yeah
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| Nothing out of something, now it’s leaving
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| Tryna find my peace of mind, it’s fleeting
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| I’m tweakin', I’m tweakin'
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| I’m tweakin', I’m tweakin'
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| I’m tweakin', I’m tweakin'
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| I’m tweakin', I’m tweakin'
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| Look at how far we done came (Yeah, yeah)
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| Now I’m a face and a name (Yeah, yeah)
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| Just got a call 'bout my tweets (Tweets, yeah)
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| Told me to watch what I’m sayin' (Sayin', yeah)
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| Just got a call 'bout the streets (Streets, yeah)
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| Told me to watch for a Jeep (Jeep, yeah)
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| Liberty lurking the east (East, yeah)
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| They hoppin' out, ready to squeeze (Squeeze, yeah)
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| Niggas emotional nowadays
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| Lyin', they hidin' they coward ways
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| Cryin' in court when they catch a case
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| Off of the porch in eleventh grade
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| Calling her weak when my mama prayed
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| Prolly why none of my karma came
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| Just put the Benz in my mama name
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| (Family first like Hungarians)
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| Had me up in church at a young age
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| Should’ve had the nigga at the gun range
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| Woulda been a lot more useful, shit
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| Who up in the pulpit, truthful shit
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| Rich or poor people gon' use the shit
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| Might as well go and get used to it
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| Tryna get rich, get everybody fed
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| But everybody dead (Everybody dead)
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| We just lost somebody else this weekend, no, no
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| Think that I am jumping off the deep end, yeah, yeah
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| Nothing out of something, now it’s leaving
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| Tryna find my piece of mind, it’s fleeting
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| I’m tweakin', I’m tweakin'
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| I’m tweakin', I’m tweakin'
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| I’m tweakin', I’m tweakin'
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| I’m tweakin', I’m tweakin'
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| Look how far we came
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| Look how far we came
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| Big Boy’s Neighborhood, that’s «Tweakin'» right there, man
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| Y’all stick around y’all radios right here in Big Boy Neighborhood |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tweakin' , by - Vince Staples. Song from the album FM!, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп