Syd - Moracular World lyrics

[Verse 1: Mike G] First time I came up I f**ing went mad Bought a bunch of sh** that I thought I had to have An irresponsible a**hole, listen to dad, nope Didn't think it was bad so I did it, an arrogant derelict And didn't know cause I was onto better clothes Then it went to more dough, then it went to better hoes Then it went to bigger shows, waiting to achieve those still Just kept telling myself that I will But now, I've realized I had a problem back then Waiting for lights, cameras, zeros, action Rhymes written on paper with zero pa**ion All I really need is numbers, couple zeros after them Like damn, f** friends, that's it Give me a chain and a car, b**h I'm tryna get rich And he's tearing tracks up, so they call me Jack Rip And you think you know Jack, but you don't know jack sh** [Hook] Cause I'd rather it be stick up than stand down I ain't tryna go from hands up to hand outs Funny how I went from stand up to stand out Cause everything I was made me what I am now [Verse 2: Vince Staples] Third grade was f**ed up, but fourth grade I lucked up Found out that all the fat black girls were dumb s*uts Fifth grade was even worse, found my teacher had a purse Stole her birth control and then she had her second and her first Sixth grade came around, I was a punk on playing grounds Until I threw a brick at Rick that cracked his skull and laid him out So by the seventh grade I thought that I was hard as sh** Ran up on the little bus, punched all the retarded kids Granny got mad because my teacher went and called the b**h She threw away my 64 and broke all of the cartridges f**ing c*nt, now I can't do sh** but watch the partridges And shoot at unsuspecting dogs to fix my sloppy marksmanship And don't be expecting me to get all your dirty laundry did I'll finish that the second that you tell me who my father is Grandma, what you doing with that f**ing hockey stick? Why you running towards me with that devil grin? Stop it, b**h! [Hook] [Verse 3: Mike G & (Vince Staples)] It was me against the world, eyes wide shut Me, my n***a Vince, and five white s*uts (With a Klondike bar that we all might munch At the blonde dyke bar with a s*ut named Chuck) And she don't give a f**, that's my demeanor If I'm ever posted with a lame, there's a Glock between us (Or at his grandmother's house with my co*k between her Or mouth filled with homemade carpet cleaner) Or call me roto rooter or better call the Doc And the neighbors, they heard screaming, they 'bout to call the cops (And now I have to stop, pull out the Johnny Rocket Dashing down the block tryna figure where the f** my socks went) Dunk behind the dumpster thinking they'll never find me 'til I realized, that's same place I put the body (f** that, snatch an old paraplegic's bus pa** I'll trim my mustache and blame it on my neighbor's drunk a**) Then they took me into custody, thinking I'm gonna snitch Like I ain't f**ed that ho (and I ain't touch that b**h) But I seen my n***a Slick, that n***a was on his way out He's got enough guns to engineer a breakout [Hook]