Vince Staples - Sway in the Morning Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Vince Staples] Don't confuse me with your day-to-day Hip-hop n***a from the crip gang I ain't ever crip walk n***a That blow will knock your lips off n***a These rappers look a lot like them Kris Kross n***as You a joke, joke I really mean it Was banging on that block, I really seen it Went from b**hes on WIC to b**hes that's bulimic Mornings I wake up feeling like I'm dreaming Sway, this is coming off of the top My daddy move yay, shave grams off of the top In the DM sweet talk off of the top Leave the g-string on but it's off with the top I was really at the park with the Glock These n***as going to the mall when they shop Hit the Def Jam office park right in the spot Cause Im the best thing going since Kanye opened for Kweli Remember when I hid the gun in the trunk of your car? Funny cause that was just some weeks ago Secret sh** nobody really need to know I need the glow, north side I need the Po Cause n***as tryna take my life, why you tweaking bro? Just a couple of dead beats from dead hoods I got sick of the break beats so break bread Black Bono Couple days ago I heard new Ye in chicago and turned up the volume You play your sh** you won't get the same outcome I'm living life where I'm from we be out young Gun shots, let 'em know the game changed Never let no white girl call me by my slave name A 12 gauge in the champagne buick and I use it f** this music, I'ma make a n***a's brains hang Ask my mom, she'll probably say the same thing Cause I had grew up in the era where we can't change We do or die, do it all for the beef Guess the n***a just don't hang far from the tree Strang fruit, grey coupe, brown rag on the seat Chipped tooth when I bit the gift sent from Eve So I'm on my own, god sent for me 65th 'til I RIP, my squad symphony Symphony of my sorrow, no hope for a better tomorrow Hope for big booty b**hes inside the f**ing Bellagio Money coming like a f**ing ferrari go All off the audio, pain on my mamas soul (x4) Sway: "Talk about that boy Joey Fatts, man" [Verse 2: Vince Staples] b**h I'm from Ramona That's right around the corner from the water tower Me and Joey Fatts was riding giving chopper showers Aston Matthews from west side piru But if I'm riding with my n***a then my crew ride too Shot by the enemies, n***as they not no friend to me k** 'em like the Kennedy's, you know how it goes Obama never been to Long Beach So we ride around the city carry strong heat And all my homies shooting at the police Its well documented free Stretch frees? And free Rico, guns from the cheat codes Never had no pea coat Was beefing with my PO at 15 years old Police sitting out my window No burglar bars, we was burglaring cars Fishing for radios You hear me on the radio now Sway: "Talk about where you travel to, Vince Staples you been all over the world baby. Go ahead and talk to 'em!" [Verse 3: Vince Staples] In a couple weeks I'm about to go to Paris I know my enemies feeling real embarra**ed I had my pa**port before I had an ID 15, I seen my homies on that IV And now I'm Texas, Austin south-by-southwest Everyday no matter what it's costing A lot of n***as flossing but that j**elery rented I went down to New York, I been to Atlanta My homies had the civic, we was creeping with hammers You n***as been in b**hes, ain't worry about manners I'ma do what I got to cause I gotta feed my mama n***as down for the drama, I ain't worry about karma Speaking of karma just got off stage with Common Kanye came on, 1 hour he rock it See your mama in the store, I'ma pa** by her Tell her that her son a b**h and a damn liar Sway: "What about them ex-girlfriends man, all them exes in your life" Vince: "I can't get into that cause some sh** happened the other day, but it's all good"