Intro

[Verse 1: Vince Staples] Live from Delusion Die on the street or reside in the ruins Running high from police, throw the nine in the sewer 25 is the least of the time that you're doing Do or die, staying true to the lies on the stand Right hand on the word of a god and forgive All the wrongs that you did trying to live by your means Breaking news 10 P.M. see your friends on the screen And these bitches wanna talk about some mother fucking rap Bullet holes in the home where my lil' brother at Pigs parked on the streets so we can't shoot back Spend a week where I sleep most can't do that Might look half neat till the nightfall comes First the good years screech then you hear that drum Fuck 911 police don't come Had Jabari on the streets till the sun came up Momma son raised up in the midst of a feud I'm from genocide where you die for your residence Die for the presidents I chase We reach the same fate so I never get to thrive in the relishment Might seem jaded but even Satan was heaven sent Coulda been a bum, broke sleeping by the 710 17, dropped out knew I had to make a way Couldn't have my granny broke before she seen the pearly gates Hope she ain't judge for me Only person living never showed love to me Dad did time cause he sold drugs for me I could never judge a man trying to better off his fam Shoot a fucker waist in Gotta take you to your maker Till I'm buried in the grass and the candle light the pavement I'm gonna do it to the best of my abilities The fear in me is gone, you can hear it in the song while you listening