Carrera

[Hook: Vince Staples] I spit with the passion of the Christ who abandoned me Life's a game of love and war, everyone's a casualty I casually, kill them all, tell me why you mad at me You lucky that I let you breathe But on the trill, I'm just triple beam, scheming Double murder dreaming Aim a eagle at any nigga giving me a reason I'm a demon, rollin' with a legion Heart colder than the bitches decomposing in the freezer [Verse 1: Mike G] Cooking up crack as if music is my kitchen I became Godzilla with the poorest disposition I went through this shit believing that everything was written I was wrong because that would make this entire world fiction That's falsified your info is inaccurate I’d die for this like Martyrs but a little more passionate Cause if it came down to it I kill for it Coal still fine, want them triple six degrees of separation The bodies didn't disappear, we threw them in the lakes and Moved them to the next name on my list of niggas waitin' Which would leave the widows with heart aches and Then we move to the list of bitches bein' patient Uhh, I kill em by the 8th and, get paid in pounds So now I'm sellin' weight and, now there's fans waitin' Just for a chance to see him Worldwide they sayin' that they need him Fuck a hometown hero I'm a legion in my region [Hook: Vince Staples] [Verse 2: Mike G] I was so sick, knew that she couldn't resist it With words so slick, I pass a Limitless Resistance I'm suggesting you should pay for this When I'd rather write no need for honorable mention Ask who I work with they ask "Who do you like?" Well I don't look up to no other niggas but MellowHype And like, Vince and Ace and shit And Earl and Frank and then there's Matt Martians, Syd of course Earl again, and Domo Gen Don't know who else to trust, you know my luck switch So who do I fuck with? Niggas I came up with Raised with respect I must've lost it along the way I hope my mom don't see the shit I say to chicks like every fucking day Tell a bitch, "Pick up a book, and read between the lines" I watch 'em close, but these bitches ain't as precious as my time I want money for generations, only then will I be fine After I cop a white Porsche, and name it Cloud 9 [Hook: Vince Staples]