โหลดเพลง mp3 Tweakin' - Vince Staples

Tweakin' (Explicit) - Vince Staples
Produced by：Kenny Beats/KillaGraham
This for the ones
Never had none and never been bought
Live by the gun
Die by the gun rifle sun
Grind for the ghost
World for my girl rise for the hogs
Slide for the 'cross
Ride for the 'cross nine to your dome
Work hard in the wild bounty found
Never checks never count
I suggest you pout
I'ma send this n***a out
Get blessed by the God
Don't get clapped on
Just a young black man with a backbone
In the back come home come black on
In the Batmobile Black Malcolm yeah
When Jibari died was off the porch for homicides
Then when Hefe died
I bought some things to pass the gas
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 fro's look
But I love you still
Flaws and all you my dawg
Put me behind bars and all
'Cause we came up out the park
It's just crazy seeing everybody
Change when things get hard
We just lost somebody else this weekend no no
Think that I am jumping off the deep end yeah yeah
Nothing out of something I was leaving
Tryna find my piece of mind it's litting
I'm tweakin' I'm tweakin'
I'm tweakin' I'm tweakin'
I'm tweakin' I'm tweakin'
I'm tweakin' I'm tweakin'
Look at how far we done came yeah
Now I'm a face and a name yeah
Just gotta call 'bout my tweets yeah
Told me to watch what I'm sayin' yeah
Just got a call 'bout the streets yeah
Told me to watch for a Jeep yeah
Liberty lurk in the east yeah
They hoppin' out ready to squeeze yeah
N***as emotional nowadays
Lyin' they hide their coward ways
Crying in court when they catch a case
Off of the porch at eleven grade
Call in the week when my mama prayed
Prolly why none of my karma came
Just put the Benz in my mama name
Family first I can't get re-raised
Had me up in church at a young age
Should've had the n***a at the gun range
Woulda been a lot more useful s**t
Who up in the pulpit truthful s**t
Bunch of poor people gon' use the s**t
Might as well go and get used to it
Tryna get rich get everybody fed
But everybody dead everybody dead
We just lost somebody else this weekend no no
Think that I am jumping off the deep end yeah yeah
Nothing out of something I was leaving
Tryna find my piece of mind it's litting
I'm tweakin' I'm tweakin'
I'm tweakin' I'm tweakin'
I'm tweakin' I'm tweakin'
I'm tweakin' I'm tweakin'
Look how far we came
Far we came
Far we came
Look how far we came
Far we came
Big boy's Neighborhood that's
Tweakin' right there man
Y'all stick around y'all radio's
Right here in big boy neighborhood