Vince Staples - Die Rich lyrics

[Verse 1: Vince Staples] Lights dimming n***as living off the thought of k**ing Black owl only shine as the revolver hitting Can't bring the homies around, they start to plot on n***as And then I gotta fix it Mr. Mechanic that automatic is nothing pretty, it take the smile off n***as Let em run a couple miles, I'll hit em If not I bet his grandma get em, it's just a true story Them shells sit like two stories, I ain't well Look at all your hate mail as fan mail