Vince Staples — High

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She tried to run some game on me
She tried to turn me on
Even when my game was off
She was hardheaded
But her brain was soft
I came clean
But I stained the cloth
No chain to the bed
Moving slow as sloth
Nickleback rock-n-roll track
In the backgrounds
Not my choice
Snow bunnies love that sound
Around like the Mary go

Like the ferris
Take a day off like Ferris Bueller, nigga
Lay up inside the Paris Hilton
Executive deluxe suites
Smackin’ on her butt cheeks
If you listen close
You can her butt speak
Squeak squeak squeak
Fuck thee, motherfucker
They can’t touch me
Simple Simon called the pie man
Said he wanted to hear some rhymin’
BONG BONG
Here I am
Shazaam, nigga
Supaman
God damn

The crew consists of lifers
Three time strikers
Niggas
Spend weekend vacations in Rikers
Our bitches they could fuck
Through forty vipers
Skateboarders and hypers
No crew is like us
Try to imitate
Try to assimilate
They words don’t penetrate
Their heads don’t stimulate
A hundred Gs for the whip
Hundred Bs in the clip
Hundred thugs in my clip

Hundred hoes on the strip
Hundred things around the world
Five, one hundred ways
Did i tell ya I love my girl
A hundred shots before I Earl
A hundred rocks surround the pearl
Money can’t stop the referral
A hundred blocks in my hood, I’m thorough
Escaping great perils and pit stops
Our wristwatch keeps mind’s health dispensed