Correction Paroles We Straight (Remix) par Vince Staples

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Cal-A, thank you for f**kin' with me, yeah
Cal-A, keep it lit
I go by the name of ALLBLACK

Talked about me like a dog
When you get mad, you like to throw sh*t back in my face
n***as broke codes and went against the grain
It's all good, I ain't mad at the end of the day

When we was cool, I was that n***a
Now you're runnin' 'round tellin' hoes that I ain't poppin'
They tell me, "BLACK, stop helpin' n***as score"
But instead I passed the ball more times than John Stockton
Instead of eatin' two hunnid dollar steaks
I was with n***as eatin' burritos and a bowl of Top Ramen
They told me, "Distance yourself and watch you get your blessings"
I moved closer to them n***as and kept on rockin'
Should be in the NFL with Rock
Instead of that, I sold pu**y to white collar Johnsons
Gina offered me ten thousand to stop spinnin' b*t*hes
Said, "No," next week, Raymond was in a coffin
Fly out to Denver with this ho and go check some bands
Instead, I'm in Cal-A house with P-LO, grindin'
We ain't even runnin' the same race
I swear to God I ain't mad over that sh*t y'all did, we straight

Talked about me like a dog
When you get mad, you like to throw sh*t back in my face
n***as broke codes and went against the grain
It's all good, I ain't mad at the end of the day
Jealously is a disease
I'ma ask you ho n***as, can you stay away?
And we ain't even runnin' the same race
I swear to God I ain't mad over that sh*t y'all did, we straight

If I see 'em, I'ma get the man (Knock 'em down)
Pray I never do a [?]
The case is federal, they beat the hand
pu**y wet enough to river dance
No time for the b*t*h, mind fixed on bigger plans
Course she love me when I'm in demand
I ain't see you in the field, you was in the stands
Hate when n***as politic behind the mic stand
That's the quickest way to shorten up your life span
My friends all got hot ones
And a real n***a T shot one
Thuggin' still, n***a, I do not run (Never ran, on God)
Bet a hunnid mill', net it, get the job done
Black folk and God, tryna wait 'til God come, I'ma save me now
Tryna make a play today, catch me on the rebound
.223 rounds, quick to air the street out
Wanna beef 'cause you wanna beat me, deep down
Gotta be a better way (Yeah)
Heavy stepper tryna step away (Yeah)
I don't wanna go to Heaven gates
That b*t*h life don't be givin' n***as second dates
Can't get right, ain't no talkin' when it's up there
n***as never gave a f**k, care
I'm from where the hate real but the love rare (Uh)
You would never dare to come near
Norf

This year, some people turned their back on me
n***as I done fed and shared beds with
Had a sleepover, talked wack 'bout me
They told my family I was cattin'
Said I was a thief and I was out here sippin' the freaks
Whenever you free, you should pull up to the class I teach
You could lie to them hoes all the f**k you want
(You-you-you could lie to them hoes all the f**k you want)
But deep inside, your b*t*h-ass know facts 'bout me
I coulda had your face smashed on your head like a barber
I coulda f**ked your baby mama in front of your daughter
I coulda had all you n***as stripped
Spit on, knocked out, woke up, all in that order
I coulda ran down on n***as with more my chopper
Thank Dominique, he taught me how to switch cheese in your Honda
Took off my jewelry just to see how these hoes would treat me
If I'm so boosie, why the f**k you n***as wanna be me?
Not in your city, how she use that b*t*h's to freeze me
My mama think one of the n***as around me gon' kill me
Bein' nice got me hurt
Never said no when they asked for it, drugs and all
Don't wanna kill these fake n***as
I want 'em alive so they can watch a real n***a ball
We ain't even runnin' the same race
I swear to God I'm not mad over that sh*t y'all did, we straight

Jealously is a disease
I'ma ask you ho n***as, can you stay away?
And we ain't even runnin' the same race
I swear to God I'm not mad over that sh*t y'all did, we straight

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