Текст песни Vince Staples - Opps

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] Fuck y'all want from me? Y'all don't want money, y'all don't want from me Y'all wanna die in the chase of things We all gon' die and embrace the thing Trapped inside a burnin' church Made it out alive, God know my worth Raw face, Scarface Y'all face more defeat, I know it hurts 20 of 'em, 20 on call Got 20 in my hand, got 20 on judge Gave 20 to my dog, got 20 on girls That'll fuck you to— (zoom zoom zoom) That'll fuck you then fuck you over Take your safe, take your keys, take your Rover Take the heart you thought you had Speed off, rollin' up life in a taxi cab [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] Opps on the radar (You're dead to me) How you wanna play ball? (You're dead to me) –takes all (You're dead to me) (You're dead to me, you're dead to me) You know what zone I'm in (You're dead to me) Don't care who you with (You're dead to me) Watch me do my shit (You're dead to me) (You're dead to me) [Verse 2: Vince Staples] Hey hey, ready, set, go crazy Here to finesse, you see I'm getting mines A life hit a nigga with a lemon's limelight But at night, we still committin' crimes, spittin' rhymes Bought a coupe with the spinnin' rims, get inside Bring a friend, bleedin' hands from the genocide Clean me up, beam me up to the other side Brothers die, 'cause coons turn to butterflies They don't wanna see me sittin' in the Benz They don't wanna see me livin' on the end Of the city in a citywide bend Show no pity in the city full of sin They don't wanna see me gettin' to the check They just wanna see me swimmin' in the debt Don't drown on ground, wait until you hear 9-1-1, freeze (zoom, zoom) dead [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] Opps on the radar (You're dead to me) How you wanna play ball? (You're dead to me) –takes all (You're dead to me) (You're dead to me, you're dead to me) You know what zone I'm in (You're dead to me) Don't care who you with (You're dead to me) Watch me do my shit (You're dead to me) (You're dead to me) [Verse 3: Yugen Blakrok] I move like a millipede When I flex them tendons like rubber trees Young Millie Jackson back to the shit Mouthpiece drawn, got a verbal armory Stack bodies, not figurines Move beneath the surface, submarine I'm half machine, obscene with a light sword Look inside the brain, it's a ride in the psych ward What you standing on the side for? Roar like a lioness, punch like a cyborg Spit slick, attack is subliminal Flowers on my mind, but the rhyme style sinister Stand behind my own bars, like a seasoned criminal Gotham City Streets, I'll play the *bleep* Crushing any system, that belittles us Antidote to every poison they administer Switch it like time signatures Colors in my aura tend cover the perimeter Brown bodies that the blues wanna shoot through Hi-res lasers wanna (zoom, zoom, zoom) Roll over your eyes My strength ain't nothing like my size Blades on the top, Kathleen Cleaver Tangle my chords like a weaver [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] Opps on the radar (You're dead to me) How you wanna play ball? (You're dead to me) –takes all (You're dead to me) (You're dead to me, you're dead to me) You know what zone I'm in (You're dead to me) Don't care who you with (You're dead to me) Watch me do my shit (You're dead to me) (You're dead to me) Саундтрек к фильму "Черная пантера"
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