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[Vince Staples]
What these bitches want from a nigga, remember when they used to have love for a nigga
Runnin’ round sayin’ they gon’ dump on a nigga when they see him, and I hope they really mean it cause I’m ready when the time comes
Got stockpile guns, Berettas blacker than College Hill
Bullets in HD, shootin’ where your momma live
No remorse cause fuck it, you get it how you live
If I die from a bullet it’s becuase I earned the shit
18, now everybody’s concerned for Vince, wasn’t fuckin’ wit’em when the money wasn’t comin’ in
If I had a fuck to give i’d save it for a couple of kids
Hopefully they wouldn’t live like thay daddy did
Ain’t shit ’til a nigga get Grammy big, still down to bust a cig rollin’ wit my big
They said they lookin’ for the truth this is what it is, not that shit that you fuckin’ wit
[Hook]
And I’ll probably never feel a nigga
Probably thinkin’ that I’ll probably never kill a nigga
Crime pays I’m just tryna be the richer nigga
Got me praying the the lord he’ll forgive a nigga
X2
[Joey Fatts]
Crime pays and grindin’ takes time
Never caught slippin so I’m sleepin’ with my nine
Hollow tip shells when them niggas out of line
Dumpin’ out the sunroof when a nigga ridin’ by
My niggas down to ride, my niggas down to bark
You niggas gon’ die tryna stunt, Owen Hart
You catch me at the park, trappin’ for the cash
45 in the stash wit a brown rag
And we all gassed, motherfuck brakes
And we all got warrants so we duckin’ from the Jakes
Fuck a case, and a nigga out on bail, still choppin’ rocks put another O on the scale
And a nigga never tell, cause we all silent
Always tote hammers, never checked into college
Dead homies tatted so a nigga paying homage
And you know that crime pays so I never stop robbin’
[Hook x2]
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