Baretta Scott King

[Hook] We don't talk to strangers, we cop bangers Trappin at night man, it might get dangerous [Verse 1: Vince Staples] I rap because I'm bored, and I'm bored because I hate everything That I see day after day, out in L.A, I just stay Because I'm scared that my life will be real once I leave I hope God's gotta trick up his sleeve, just for me If he there, or care about a nigga like that Told the voices stuck in my head that I'll be right back Can't get sidetracked, too much to lose It's 1000 ways to die, way too many to choose from The hardest part is wishin' for escape when you can't run I'm unstable, not ready for when my fame come So I prepare for the worst, I know them faggs will say He snapped, but he snapped soon as his grandmother passed away [Hook] [Verse 2: Vince Staples] But at the end of the night, I don't know you niggas So I feel as if It's nothin' that I owe you niggas That 4 pound Goku's niggas, leaves holes big as whole foods produce section But if I empty a clip I'll still be empty as shit Fuck all that sympathy shit Find where my empathy went Just wish you would leave me alone Then I start righting my wrongs Probably stop writing these songs Now all this pressure is on Standing in the midst of the fire Just turn my back on the world Cus everybody's a liar Guess its time for me to find my messiah All my scriptures come as bullets And the bible's in the form of a rifle Just take one to the head I don't gotta recite [Hook]