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Vince Staples – THE BEACH Lyrics

Aw yeah, everybody killa
Tryna make it to the top, we can’t take everybody with us
We can’t get everybody rich, we can’t fuck everybody bitches
I’m afraid to catch a case, I feel like everybody snitching

Cold sweats and the shivers, I be having premonitions
Growing up ain’t have no lights unless it said to check the engine
‘Less we had to spark the wick, show somebody that we miss ’em
I will park a n**** shit, streets got dark and n***** quit, huh?

Tell me where you from, I ain’t heard of that
In the city, baby, your first rap can be a murder rap
I will let you hold it, but you gotta bring my burner back
One up in the top, I get the drop, you know I’m surfing that

Send him up to heaven gates, now his momma selling plates
Now his homies washing cars ’cause he out here acting hard
Please don’t try to get involved, ‘less you wanna prove it
‘Cause my gangstas really movin’, hold on cuh, them n***** shooting
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