Vince Staples - Funk Flex Freestyle #019 lyrics

[Verse] I'm just a n***a with a black vendetta and a black owned business In a black Raf sweater, back and back white privilege In a big body Benz with the gla** black tinted Kiss my whole black a** if you can't get with it I'm a whole a**hole, n***a, ask Nicole, n***a Ask Vinyan, them my two big sisters With my big black fist with them blisters in it From that wood grain whip, but the wheel keep spinnin' And the world keep turnin', and my Blacks keep burnin' At the stake, but we still talkin' 'bout gettin' paid Talkin' 'bout f**in' hoes, talkin' 'bout what you bang Talkin' 'bout Crips and Bloods, talkin' 'bout where you from Talkin' 'bout what you did like somebody give a sh** Do some sh** for your home, do some sh** for the kids 'Stead of talkin' 'bout yourself, lil' n***a you's a b**h 'Stead of talkin' 'bout yourself, lil' n***a you's a b**h 'Stead of talkin' 'bout yourself, lil' n***a you's a b**h And I'm straight from 65th, Lil Fade was the name 'Til I growed, only go by the name mama gave n***as sweet in the street like they're peach marmalades See the fuzz, see the judge, then they start to divulge Tell the police where he live, but won't show your brother love Lil n***a, you's a b**h If my black life matters, mothaf**a stop the k**in If my black life matters, mothaf**a stop snitchin' If my black life matters, mothaf**a start business In your hood 'stead of lettin' f**in' Starbucks in it If my black life matters then respect our women If my black life matters don't neglect our children If my black life matters, if the police take my sh** with a pistol Don't march, go k** 'em Lil n***a, you's a b**h All these lights, all these drones, what you Star Wars, homes? In your True Religion jeans, ain't no Star Wars robe You ain't runway ready, you ain't gunplay ready God real and he comin', hope you Sunday ready I never drove one Chevy, I went Beamer to Mercedes My mama had a beeper sellin' reefer in the 80s Levis and A Wang, still from the A gang Used to be at rallys back when Stormy was my main thing Had a .22 in the TK Crew fleece .22 in the TK flew Had a .22 in the TK Crew fleece Used to have depression, used to have a couple mood swings Real sh**, now I'm on some bottom of the deal sh** Not here now, a n***a not here now But guarantee a n***a goin' on, write four rhymes Every night, on my knees I pray My next girl look like M.I.A And my enemies die like Kennedys We by any means tryna get paid n***as in the rap game tryna get slaved n***as in this rap game all b**h made Do it for the fame, I do it for the fans If rap don't work, I'ma do it with the blam That tre-5 jam, I'ma do it with my hands Tears, sweat, blood, I'ma get it out the mud That's on everything, that's on everything a n***a love Mothaf**in' catch a slug tryna buzz on the Norf side Two guns, tell them n***as hang out I got two drums like a n***a James Brown Two guns, tell them n***as hang out I got two drums like a n***a James Brown Change the game, watch the game change now Switched up the gameplan, watch 'em fall down 'Cause lil' n***a, you's a b**h