Oh You Scared Lyrics - 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 to 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 

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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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? 

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