Lyrics Vince Staples

Vince Staples

Stuck in My Ways

I wanna ask God why the Bible lied to me

Just full of politics, leaving niggas without a sin

Is it false prophets who forged the religious documents

I done spent my whole life sinning without a consequence

Momma trying to figure what the fuck my problem is

And why I gotta live this way

I know my path ain't straight

But in the field, don't nothing but grit matter

Just get it how you live and figure the shit after

Nigga, gotta get it before I die out here

Don't wanna see my momma cry out tears

Sitting below the earth

Cause Heaven's out of the question

But for what it's worth, we made the most out of the nothing they give us

Heart was frigid but both these boulders sit on my shoulder

I try to figure my motive for leaving niggas behind

But if my fate is defied, hope whatever messiah that sent me there

Knew he only did this shit for survival

I'm so

Stuck in my ways

The love and the hate

Was both shoved in my face

Gotta stay on your toes

Head starts in the race

Just wasn't given to those

Who came up where I stay

Ya name up in the game

But start watching ya back

These hoes want what you got

Trying to plot on your stacks

Still the plot thickens

Yeah, they better hope God with 'em

Is black pride still alive, or was niggas trippin?

Cause last time I checked, we lost self respect

And some didn't admit it cause momma was with the business

And daddy was trying to fuck

He left, that's just his luck

Suppressed, nothing but anger inside that chamber

Aim from the other side so we hate him

No need explaining

Baby momma drama cause karma being a hater

Now it's lookin' like abortion, your momma doing the favor

Black Buick Le Sabre, creeping down the street

No tags on the whip so you sneakin' past police

25, two strikes, you don't need a number three

They pull you over, now you nervous cause the heater by the seat

So...

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