Oktane - Mind-Trap lyrics

[Hook: Vince Staples] How it feel to be a black man With your fists in the air tryna fight for your rights How it feel to be a n***a With your finger on the trigger, put a price on his life How it feel to be a broke boy Ain't a thing in the bank and a stain on his Nikes And how it feel to be richer When every motherf**er tryna get a dime, open up your mind [Verse 1: Vince Staples] f**in' raw like a lover Shootin' out the car like a buster Same old G like my father and my mother Sherm sticks burn like perms, sh** She used to swoop me in her Granny bucket We was f**in', she was busting Asking why I'm bustin'? n***as thugging "Why you never go to cla** or nothin'?" I don't need it, "Why your daddy acting like you tweakin'?" Cause he fiendin', why you asking all these f**in' questions? Lie impressions during adolescence In the pen, Crip and Blood just a point of reference But I'm still saying cuh like we k**ing something Dreamed of k**ing something then I did it, can't forget it Calling women b**hes got me treating mama different Intermissions, rhyming in my mama's kitchen I'm ain't trippin, hell is waiting, let the karma kick in But I'm just tryna kick it, baby slow it down [Hook: Vince Staples] How it feel to be a black man With your fists in the air tryna fight for your rights How it feel to be a n***a With your finger on the trigger, put a price on his life How it feel to be a broke boy Ain't a thing in the bank and a stain on his Nikes And how it feel to be richer When every motherf**er tryna get a dime, open up your mind [Bridge: Vince Staples] n***a slow down, you movin' too fast Just might crash, might burn Open up your mind, take your time Baby better wait your turn n***a slow down, you movin' too fast Just might crash, might burn Open up your mind, take your time Baby better wait your turn [Verse 2: Oktane] It go follow, the pretty girls follow Them down-home women and them city girls follow That old lady think he stealin' so she gon' follow Photoshop it till they double-tap it, they gon' follow Yeah that's all they're looking for "Scroll up, can she roll up? Yeah", good to go Hardly got it floatin' but you're lookin' though That's how it is, get it how you live Gotta change it but nothing changes Until you plan it and rearrange it They call us n***as What if I say I don't take offence to it What if I told you I don't cringe to it What if I looked whoever said it in his face and said Your kids love my sh** iPod's proof I'm that n***a, check your kids music Life lessons I humble up and every time I stumble up I'm just that lion that ain't cryin', while I bust the jungle up Kelly taught me that some friends are only temporary And Belly told me that my little sister's looking at me I tell you how it feel [Hook: Vince Staples] How it feel to be a black man With your fists in the air tryna fight for your rights How it feel to be a n***a With your finger on the trigger, put a price on his life How it feel to be a broke boy Ain't a thing in the bank and a stain on his Nikes And how it feel to be richer When every motherf**er tryna get a dime, open up your mind [Verse 3: Price] Open up your mind We from the west side, we born to ride They set us up for demise, it's time to rise Am I a black king cause I'm full of pride? Or am I n***a cause I like my chicken fried My girl with thicker thighs, a tinted ride Hide me while I'm getting high My cousin died, that left me sick inside '96, barely six banging "Hypnotize" Singing "Biggie, Biggie", damn I miss my cousin City Say that every time I rap, never gon' get tired of that Counting racks with my pack That's where you can find me at In the cut cause it's too many n***as that's switchin' up When you up they love you But when you down they don't give a f** I tell you what, you think you turnt cause you got put on But what is you doin' to put your hood on? I was the young n***a with the hood on Hands in my pockets and clutching until I realized we was all dying for nothin' So let me ask you somethin' [Hook: Vince Staples] How it feel to be a black man With your fists in the air tryna fight for your rights How it feel to be a n***a With your finger on the trigger, put a price on his life How it feel to be a broke boy Ain't a thing in the bank and a stain on his Nikes And how it feel to be richer When every motherf**er tryna get a dime, open up your mind [Bridge: Vince Staples] n***a slow down, you movin' too fast Just might crash, might burn Open up your mind, take your time Baby better wait your turn n***a slow down, you movin' too fast Just might crash, might burn Open up your mind, take your time Baby better wait your turn [Verse 4: Casey Veggies] I got my hoodie on like Trayvon They lettin' people get away with them hate crimes Police shot em, how was there no witness? It was day time Way this sh** goin' it's like racism still alive Come as you are and represent with your life on Young black kings just shining with our ice on On stage telling you life stories, keep the lights on Y'all been eating but my people, we would like some The youth need hope, the inspiration, they could use it now I bump your music when in doubt or when I'm feeling down A lot on my mind, I still try to use a smile Just some young hot boys, they treat us like some juveniles [Outro Skit]