[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
I constantly get the feeling that Satan's watching me
Nice stroll on a quest for a soul, probably
But luckily I gave him mines a long time ago
f** you expect when a child's momma and father gone
But truthfully I got no life, a lifeline my brain's dead
Strobe lights gleam as I dance with the devil
Ski mask and a shovel. Grim Reaper, dig deeper
Into my mind trying to figure where I'm coming from
Hell's basement. My bloodshed on gray pavement
Trying to meet d**h, I guess, but sh** I hate waiting
Not only do I hate God, but I hate Satan
Such a hater, I despise how I hate hatred
It's kinda dumb, I see, but school was never fun for me
So I brought a gun with me, got tired of them f**ing with me
So if Christ got a problem, he can come and get me
And I got a sword for his side if he think he's slick
To tell the truth I blame him for the mood switches
Guns for your gods, and a noose for the cute b**hes
I see you looking at me. A smile is more disgusting
You wanting to f**, but still it makes me happy
Because what else I got...?
[Bridge: Mike G]
Everything that you deserve
My logic to fill my pockets
Build a billion off of words
The fame is secondary
Because Washington was first
I came, saw, and conquered
Gave you all that I was worth
Ugh, yea
What more could you ask for?
They gave up on me
I wish you would have told me that before
I gave you everything
What more could you ask for?
Except for all the worlds gold
This is my Award Tour
[Hook: Vince Staples]
Because what else I got...?
A nine millimeter, tech-nine loaded to the top
Got a couple plots in my head, I should give a shot
Hopefully they make me rich, normality was never an option
Cus I hate this sh**. I want the money, cars, clothes, and the girls
Til I get a sense that, I don't belong in the world
So I fill a clip up, and I point the sh** straight at my dome
f** Heaven, I just want to go home
[Verse 2: Mike G]
Time is only you waiting for the past
Put your hand in and what you get out of it is what you grab
No lax, equals racks with no breaks or hiatus
Give dick to b**hes, middle fingers to the haters
And now they get excited just to say that you seen us
Get paid and get mids, just because the convenience
Because I got us up, but I'll never have enough
White s*uts to f**, she told me to bring cuffs
If lawyers get laid off, then we can't sue
But it's known he sell his soul for a GT-2
That's d**h, head-shots they infrared beams
It's why we roll with K's in the van like the A-Team
Don't stop, go forth. Proceed
Stay high, you can find me in the nose-bleeds
And they know we don't play for no prize
We make moves, you stay stiff like MRI's
You see? That's what you get
[Bridge 2: Mike G]
Everything that you deserve
My logic to fill my pockets
Build a billion off of words
The fame is secondary
Because Washington was first
I came, saw, and conquered
Gave you all that I was worth
Ugh, yea
What more could you ask for?
69, 187 on the girl next door
I want nothing, but everything
That's what I do it for
That and all the worlds gold
This is my Award Tour
[Hook 2: Vince Staples]
Because what else I got, besides a pocket full of nothing-ness
Scraping up a dollar for the bus that I just f**ing missed
I wanna be the best, just put me in the discussion
Quit acting like I'm not the best thing that you ever heard
I'm in it for the Awards for lack of better words
King size cupboard and who*es i’m about to put to work
Same ones from my childhood that I used to lurk
Now it's all good, because they see I'm f**ing iced out