Tweakin'
Vince Staples, Buddy, Kehlani
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This for the ones (Never had none and never been bought) Live by the gun (Die by the gun, rifle sun) Grind for the Ghost (World for my girl, rise for the hogs) Slide for the cross (Ride for the cross, nine to your dome) Work hard in the wild, bounty found Never checks, never count I suggest you pout I'ma send this nigga out, get blessed by the God Don't get clapped on Just a young black man with a backbone In the back come home, come black on In the Batmobile, Black Malcolm, yeah When Jibari died was off the porch for homicides Then when Hefe died, I bought some things to pass the gas But when Johnny died all I had was shows booked Down to burn in hell, I don't care how my soul look I know you gon' tell, I can tell by your fro's look But I love you still, flaws and all, you my dawg Put me behind bars and all 'cause we came up out the park It's just crazy seeing everybody change when things get hard We just lost somebody else this weekend, no no Think that I am jumping off the deep end, yeah yeah Nothing out of something I was leaving Tryna find my piece of mind, it's litting I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin' I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin' I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin' I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin' Look at how far we done came (yeah) Now I'm a face and a name (yeah) Just gotta call 'bout my tweets (yeah) Told me to watch what I'm sayin' (yeah) Just got a call 'bout the streets (yeah) Told me to watch for a Jeep (yeah) Liberty lurk in the east (yeah) They hoppin' out ready to squeeze (yeah) Niggas emotional nowadays Lyin', they hide their coward ways Crying in court when they catch a case Off of the porch at eleven grade Call in the week, when my mama prayed Prolly why none of my karma came Just put the Benz in my mama name Family first, I can't get re-raised Had me up in church at a young age Should've had the nigga at the gun range Woulda been a lot more useful shit Who up in the pulpit truthful shit Bunch of poor people gon' use the shit Might as well go and get used to it Tryna get rich, get everybody fed But everybody dead We just lost somebody else this weekend, no no Think that I am jumping off the deep end, yeah yeah Nothing out of something I was leaving Tryna find my piece of mind, it's litting I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin' I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin' I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin' I'm tweakin', I'm tweakin' Look how far we came Look how far we came Big Boy's Neighborhood that's "Tweakin'" right there, man Y'all stick around, y'all radio's right here in Big Boy Neighborhood
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Written by: Graham Muron, Kehlani Ashley Parrish, Kenneth Charles III Blume, Vincent Staples
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