VCRs (Explicit) - JID/Vince Staples

Lyrics by：Destin Route/Vincent Staples/Jahlil Gunter

Composed by：Destin Route/Vincent Staples/Jahlil Gunter

Produced by：Jay Versace

From Rosewood all around the world

Brought to you by the same niggas that gave us-us free

Reminiscent of the depths of Oscarville

Vengeance from the ashes of Tulsa we present to you a colossal

**** you

Look you want a piece of that American pie?

Probably humble you

Want that nice crib in the Hills?

Real comfortable

You're Juliet I'll be Romeo Montague

My mama said me foolin' 'round 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 ****

Prince of Egypt told me look at life through Heaven's eyes

Seeing evil **** 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 it's a hellcat but the vessel of God

Cops prolly stop me any time they feel jeopardized

Pull me to the side I go IG live

If I feel endangered I'ma up my

Fah

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

One two three 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 off of rap songs

Nine on this waist you better straighten up your back bone

Ten times out of ten niggas is in attack mode

Look uh

Everywhere I go I'm good 'cause I know the codes

Huh

I open up my soul and then it open doors

I ain't killin' **** 'cause I'm cold it's 'cause I'm cold

But I ain't do this **** alone I make it on

I got all of this on my dome as I write more sentences

If I explode like a truckload of nitroglycerin

You just a bump in the road **** you might go missin' I'm psycho

I keep a pole like I might go fishin'

I'm from where shoes hang from power lines and light poles

A light skin hoe wanna corner her braids micro

She on a night stroll and he gon' buy if the price low

He walk a tight rope is he sane or out his mind? I hope

Niggas gon' be fine

But wagwan this **** get better with time

See this movie not rewinding my friend

We turn the VCRs to dinosaurs

The money we spend just leave us wanting more

But money make the continents spin

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 wouldn't wait for them to figure it out

They want the dream without the nightmares heads in the clouds

Thirsty for clout they don't know the burdens I got murders I copped

Cuz ain't say a word and got shot rapping is hot

Now we just a scattering thought a part of the art

Just a casualty of the war it goes one two

Three Five-Seven snub hanging out the window

Four door jeep ride stole it off Obispo

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 ain't never make us rich

This a twelve gauge shotty I ain't gotta aim at sh

Who done lucky thirteenth?

They made an angel out the man they used to be an Earthling

And you can say it's dirt cheap

'Cause when they shootin' niggas turn to Jackie Joyner-Kersee

Personally I know nobody never been perfect or move perfectly

I'm prayin' when you see me at my worst you see worth in me

Battlin' demons addiction and adversity

Balancin' dreams internally it's my eternity