[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
Soon going to hell and sooner going to jail
As soon as it's off the scale I'm sending it through the mail
I'm doing it by myself cause n***as are known to tell
And a closed mouth just get feds, 25 to life
Violent, white or mary-jane, to the pigs it's all the same
Slaughterhouse sitting on my waist let them get a taste
That P19 got springs like Gerald Green, shit
What more can I say? I load and I spray
You see it take a real man to shoot a soul in his face
And you know it come with a case
And maybe y'all not built like that
Cuz, pussy only get a pussy n***a side-tracked
I know these hoes will be hoes, the story has been told
Swear I'll shoot a n***a down if he play me on my paper chase
My patience thin trying to win in this amazing race
I die for money, I done seen my momma cry for money
Waking up at 6 just to wait for the WIC
But of course them motherfuckers wasn't paying the shit
Had too much to get help, but we was praying to live
So n***a blame it on self when I run in your crib
Black mask and a black mac and blame it on them