Tweakin' - Vince Staples

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)

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

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'

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)

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'

Look how far we came

Look how far we came

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