Vince Staples - Vince Staples For The Green Box lyrics

[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, sh** What more can I say? I load and a 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, p**y only get a p**y 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 motherf**ers wasn't paying the sh** 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