Clayton Samus - Charles Barkley lyrics

[Intro] [Vince Staples] My Shirt Off [Verse 1] [Vince Staples] It's A Tuesday, I Done Hit Like Ten licks In 2 days So Im Trying To Lay Low, Cops Row Past Twice But They Probably Ain't Know That Gang Injunction sh** Ain't No Joke All The Homies Straight Locs, And The Homies Know Me n***a's Like To Act Hard So The Homies Row Deep Homemade Tattoo's Read "R.I.P". Make One False Move And We Beat Yo Ass School Started At Eleven But Skipped My Cla** Got Some Money To Make, Broad Day With A Gun On My Waist Leave Home I Might Run In Your Place Take Whatever I Like Flaunt It Right In Your Face That's the way that sh** goes when you dealing with a heathen Got Nothing To Lose So Im Begging for A Reason All Black M9 Just Begging For A Squeezing The Second I Release It You'll Be Begging For Your Breathing Back [Verse 2] [Clayton Samus] Waving At The Jacob, They Ain't Even Know That I Got The Rogue Status Rustling In The Backpack With Some Dope And Rolex "sh** Ain't Even Mine But It's Mine Though" Chop it up and drop it, Double up dopplegangin im a problem, Barkley Back in 93 play the 4 Bro can push the 1, That's Hardaway To Get The Dope Hide The Blow Strong Arm & Hammer, Off Camera n***as talkin hotheadedGet you embered by the Charmander All Black Swag With Some Ill Nature Still Wavie With A Lil Bit Of Gold And A Pager Hustling For That Midnight 87 iroc-z 28 wit the triple gold daytons Got To Stack Yapers, Matter Fact Grab The Loud Pack Watch For n***a's Lurking, Catch Them Vapors, Get Yo Mouth Smack Give A Couple Days Before We Can Bounce Back Hit a n***a for his whole stash and his wavecap