Tweakin' (Explicit)

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