Tweakin’

[Intro: Buddy] This for the ones (Never had none and never been bums) Live by the gun (Die by the gun, rise 'fore the sun) Grind for the goals (World for my girl, lies for the hoes) Slide for the Cro’s (Ride for the Cro's, nine to your dome) [Verse 1: Vince Staples] Warhol on the wall, ball 'til you fall Never text, never call, I suggest you applaud I’m the set's synagogue, get blessed by the god Don't get clapped on Just a young black man with a backbone In a black Comme Homme, Comme Black on In the Batmobile, black, no chrome, yeah When Jabari died, was off the porch for homicides Then when Half had died, I bought some things to pass the guys But when Johnny died, all I had was shows booked Down to burn in Hell, I don't care how my soul look I know you gon' tell, I can tell by your froze look But I love you still, flaws and all, you my dawg Put me behind bars and all 'cause we came up at the Park It's just crazy seein' everybody change when things get hard [Chorus: Kehlani] We just lost somebody else this weekend, no, no Think that I am jumping off the deep end, yeah, yeah Nothing out of something, now it’s leaving Tryna find my peace of mind, it’s fleeting I'm tweakin’, I'm tweakin' I'm tweakin’, I'm tweakin' I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin' I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin' [Verse 2: Vince Staples] Look at how far we done came (Yeah, yeah) Now I'm a face and a name (Yeah, yeah) Just got a call 'bout my tweets (Tweets, yeah) Told me to watch what I'm sayin' (Sayin', yeah) Just got a call 'bout the streets (Streets, yeah) Told me to watch for a Jeep (Jeep, yeah) Liberty lurking the east (East, yeah) They hoppin' out, ready to squeeze (Squeeze, yeah) Niggas emotional nowadays Lyin', they hidin' they coward ways Cryin' in court when they catch a case Off of the porch in eleventh grade Calling her weak when my mama prayed Prolly why none of my karma came Just put the Benz in my mama name (Family first like Hungarians) Had me up in church at a young age Should've had the nigga at the gun range Woulda been a lot more useful, shit Who up in the pulpit, truthful shit Rich or poor people gon' use the shit Might as well go and get used to it Tryna get rich, get everybody fed But everybody dead (Everybody dead) [Chorus: Kehlani] We just lost somebody else this weekend, no, no Think that I am jumping off the deep end, yeah, yeah Nothing out of something, now it's leaving Tryna find my piece of mind, it's fleeting I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin' I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin' I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin' I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin' [Outro: Buddy & Big Boy's Neighborhood] Look how far we came Look how far we came Big Boy's Neighborhood, that's "Tweakin'" right there, man Y'all stick around y'all radios right here in Big Boy Neighborhood