VCRs (feat. Vince Staples)

You want a piece of that American Pie?
Probably humble you
Want that nice house in the hills?
Real comfortable
Your Juliette, I'll be roaming your montague
My mama said me fooling around with you is irresponsible
You know how power and money do, try to monopolize you like the man with the monocle on his eye
When I pass go, give me two hundred dollars and shoot the fives
I'm from the six no devil shit, prince of Egypt told me look at life through heaven's eyes
Seeing evil shit was regular we ain't recognize
Taraji and Common couldn't get the guy to testify
They wearing wires and camouflage, its espionage
Hop into the ride, its a hellcat but the vessel of God
Cops prolly stop me any time they feel jeapardized, pull me to the side
I go IG live, if I feel endangered I'ma up my (fye)

Do it for the squad because its no child ever left behind
Hold me down dog, have my back and just protect my spine
And if they at your neck just know its wrecking time
Only one shot could cause a second line

(1, 2, 3) niggas riding through the city with they strap on
Four niggas at the gas station on the trap phone
Five o'clock traffic on the block they in the mix
But the plot twist is niggas done made it out the six
Seven in the morning off of bouldercrest and flat shoals
No I haven't ate I'm finna eat from of a rap songs
Nine on this waist, you better straighten up your back bone
Ten times out of ten my niggas is in attack mode
(1, 2, 3 niggas)
Look, Uh, Alright I stepped in the spot with the devil in my pocket
Anybody got a problem we can sit and talk about it
I been hated, I been doubted, by the closest ones around
And now that everyone's surrounding me, I feel I got the floor I got the ground to speak
They hounding over how them niggas found him, bitch I wasn't hiding
I was step-backed up against the odds
Took a step back like Durant had to recognize
The evolution of the kid, JID will be televised

Do it for the squad because its no child ever left behind, except for me
They left me with the wolves, but got the working time
Deception from decepticons, blind wool pulled over my eyes
No wonder why I'm so out of my mind

But wagwan, this shit get better with time
See this movie not rewinding my friend
We turn the VCRs to dinosaurs, the money we spend just make us wanting more
But money make the content we spend
Built the world in seven days, wrote a seven you'll get paid a dollar lying
We was line pressing in our better days, raising hell to get a taste of heaven's gates
They can't relate, I couldn't wait for them to figure it out
They want the dream with out the nightmares, heads in the clouds
Thirsty for clout they don't know the burdens I got, burners I popped
'Cause ain't say a word and got shot, rapping is hot
Now we just a scattering thought, part of the art, just a casualty of the war
It goes (1, 2, 3)
Five, Seven snub hanging out the window
Four
Five years later I was still on sixty-fifth
I'm a seven figure nigga, but I will never will forget
Ate top ramen every day like it was gourmet
Nine times out of ten niggas beat the court case
Doing two elevens everyday ain't make us rich
This a twelve gauge shotty I ain't gotta aim this sh-