Vince Staples - Progressive II lyrics

[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