[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
Uh
Time is money motherf**er, and money matters
Automatics make em' panic like it's East Atlantic
Jordan High summer school with my n***a Savage
Back when I was tryna' plot on f**ing skinny Jasmine
Had a couple tablets we was pitching like Santana
Times was hard we ain't have no God, but we had hammers
Don't ever put me in a box with you rap ba*tards
Came from a different struggle, n***as had a different hustle
Never been suburban, piled in a Suburban nickel-plated Gervin
Hope they ready for that thunder cuz' my K.P. never on safety
Fortified with that .45 so who wanna' die
Just another product of my mothers pride
Smothered in my mothers lies Christ never died foe' me
But I know some n***as that'll give they life foe' me
You n***as can stick to praisin' and my n***as will stick to bangin'
If I die today remember me like Curt Henning
Perfect in every way
Now let the devils pray