3230 Lyrics - Summertime 06 - Vince Staples

Hittin' corners, thuggin' with the blower, barrel louder than a motor 

Keep the engine runnin' when a nigga run up on ya 

Another day in sunny California 

The FEDs takin' pictures and they tappin' Motorolas 

Everybody snitchin', gotta live with paranoia 

A soldier since the stroller, ask my mama if you doubt that 

Homie where ya clout at? You ain't ever push nobody's scalp back 

45, 9s 'round 9 in the AM 

Yesterday I sat and prayed, today I'm finna take it 

A week ago, they killed my bro, that's been the price of bangin' 

Since my granny Alameda days, robbin' cause we need a raise 

Fingers do the talkin' when the Cs do the walkin' 

And the Cs been polluted, baptism for these shooters 

Seventh grade, I went to OCA, hoopin' up at Lueder's 

With my Ru from Campanella we was crashin' shit together 

Three, two, three, zero 

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3230 Poppy St, we ain't chasin', they brought the beef 

Used to the sounds of violence, my neighbors ain't never call police 

Call it followin' protocols, spark it if you ain't know the call 

Got this bitch that live off of Market that's down to hold the heat 

Turn the water and power off, got to send patience, powered up 

Evictions notices go unnoticed, the final hours up 

Livin' off of borrowed time, committin' crimes that's organized 

Fortress ones and fortified, just tryna build my castle up 

Dollar and a dream, at night time we maskin' up 

The deadly game of tag, the older generations passed to us 

I got a clip that's long enough to shoot until the casket come 

Wait until that casket drop, they droppin' when that magnum pop 

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