THE BEACH
Vince Staples
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Oh, 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 f*ck everybody bitches I'm afraid to catch a case, I feel like everybody snitchin' Cold sweats and the shivers, I be havin' premonitions Growin' up, ain't have no license, 'less it said to check the engine 'Less we had to spark the wick, show somebody that we miss 'em I will park a nigga shit, streets got dark and niggas 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 to drop, you know I'm surfin' that Send him up to heaven gates, now his mom is sellin' plates Now his homies watchin' cars, 'cause he out here actin' hard Please, don't try to get involved 'less you wanna prove it 'Cause my gangsters really movin', ho, don't cut 'em, niggas shootin', wait
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Written by: Thibault Dominguez, Vincent Staples
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