Vince Staples - Award Tour lyrics

[Verse 1: Vince Staples] I constantly get the feelin' that Satan watchin' me Nice stroll on a quest for a soul, probably But luckily I gave him mines a long time ago f** you expect when child's momma and father gone But truthfully I ain't got no life, a lifeline my brain's dead Strobe lights gleam as I dance with the devil Ski mask and a shovel, the Grim Reaper, dig deeper Into my mind tryna figure where I'm comin' from Hell's basement, my bloodshed on gray pavement Tryna meet d**h I guess, but sh** I hate waitin' Not only do I hate God but I hate Satan Such a hater, I despise how I hate hatred It's kinda dumb I see, but school was never fun for me So I brought a gun with me, got tired of them f**in' with me So if Christ got a problem he can come and get me And I got a sword for his side if he think he slick To tell the truth I blame him for the mood switches Guns for your gods and a noose for the cute b**hes I see you looking at me Your smile is more disgusting than you wantin' to f** But still it makes me happy Because what else I got? [Bridge: Mike G] Everything that you deserve My logic to fill my pockets, build a billion off of words The fame is secondary, because Washington was first I came, saw, and conquered, gave you all that I was worth Ugh, yeah What more could you ask for? They gave up on me, I wish you would have told me that before I gave you everything, what more could you ask for? Except for all the worlds gold, this is my Award Tour [Hook: Vince Staples] Because what else I got? A nine millimeter, tech-nine loaded to the top Got a couple plots in my head, I should give a shot Hopefully they make me rich Normality was never an option cause I hate the sh** I want the money, cars, clothes, and the girls Still I get a sense that I don't belong in the world So I fill a clip up and I point the sh** straight at my dome f** Heaven I just want to go home [Verse 2: Mike G] Time is only you waitin' for the past Put your hand in and what you get out of it's what you grab No lax, equals racks with no breaks or hiatus Give dick to b**hes, middle fingers to the haters And now they get excited just to say that you seen us Get paid and get maids just because the convenience Because I got us up, but I'll never have enough White s*uts to f**, she told me to bring cuffs If lawyers get laid off, then we can't sue But it's known he sell his soul for a GT-2 That's d**h, head-shots they infrared beams It's why we roll with K's in the van jusr like the A-Team Don't stop, go forth, proceed Stay high, you can find me in the nose-bleeds And they know we don't play for no prize We make moves, you stay stiff like MRI's You see? that's what you get [Bridge 2: Mike G] Everything that you deserve My logic to fill my pockets, build a billion off of words The fame is secondary, because Washington was first I came, saw, and conquered, gave you all that I was worth Ugh, yeah What more could you ask for? 69, 187 on the girl next door I want nothing, but everything, that's what I do it for That and all the worlds gold, this is my Award Tour [Hook 2: Vince Staples] Because what else I got? Besides a pocket full of nothing-ness Scrapin' up a dollar for the bus that I just f**in' missed Don't wanna be the best, just put me in the discussion Quit actin' like I'm not the best thing that you ever heard I'm in it for the Awards for lack of better words King size cupboard of who*es I'm 'bout to put to work Same ones from my childhood that I used to lurk Now it's all good, because they see I'm f**in' iced out