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Correct Oh You Scared Lyrics
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Vince Staples
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Correct Oh You Scared
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(feat. Jhené Aiko) [Verse 1: Vince Staples] Nigga, what's the deal? Pay attention Most the time that I've been living we been public housing tenants Never had no pot to piss so bitch excuse me if I brag a lot Niggas never had a shot unless you talking .38 that Wak had got Can't get passed them pearly gates, neglecting what your pastor taught But you gon' smoke your weed still and you gon' sip your lean still So I'm gon' hold this heat 'til they make me take my seat in prison Doing shit my way till 25 to life what I'm facing, baby My temper short, that anger made me have days in court In my hood spill blood a sport and the killer's face can show no remorse Got student loans and you failed the course Of course you dropped out like 6 am and you see the cops out Niggas been turnt up, no need to stop now Speed up, skeet up then air the block out El Camino creeping with your homies in your backseat Once you hit that corner watch them niggas turn to athletes Make him run his pockets, take his wallet then his house keys Staking out his mama house, we taking every damn thing [Hook: Jhene Aiko] Oh, you scared, ain't ya? Oh, you scared, ain't ya? Oh, you scared, ain't ya? Oh, you scared, ain't ya? You getting bread, ain't ya? You getting bread, ain't ya? Ain't ya? Ain't ya? (Nigga, where my money at?) [Verse 2: Vince Staples] If Illuminati buying souls and only fear was dying broke God who made my life this hard so hell where we decide to go Could you really judge us knowing us then close to what was given Father up in prison, Jesus here, but he ain't struggle wit us The church only made shit worse The money we was given ain't go to God Mostly nice cars that Reverends could sit in, destined for jail We just some niggas facing sentence, we sitting at a standstill You broke, but you the man still trying to find your plan still Two kids and mo' bills, food stamps and dope deals, hood life with no frills But still they swear they feel you and never been close to near you Once who preach protect and serve the main ones trying to kill you It ain't no path to life, no prepping for no afterlife It ain't no wrong or right, it's just the shit you do and shit you don't Friends that's killing niggas is the only ones you praying for But words, they never stopped no bullet Oh, you scared, nigga? [Hook] Oh, you scared, ain't ya? Oh, you scared, ain't ya? Oh, you scared, ain't ya? Oh, you scared, ain't ya? You getting bread, ain't ya? You getting bread, ain't ya? Ain't ya? Ain't ya? (Nigga, where my money at?)
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