Текст Vince Staples – Hostile

Two ten’s in the Wagoneer
Nigga picture me rolling
All my bitches is stolen
So I mean it when I say that hoes hot as a stove top
Chrome Glock and the gold, D-Block Chain
That I won from J Hood in a pick-up game
Feeling like I’m Reggie Lewis
Shit I’ll probably die a shooter vic
Run my mouth a lot
Run up in a niggas house to shop
Treating bitches like it’s Camelot
Feed them out the trough
Asher Roth, Disappearing white’s
Slanging half the price
Never that
You see my nigga’s way ahead of that
Zordon, Big headed
Strong arm
Bench Press them
Been through hell and back, So my heart’s been tested
Ain’t willing to die, Your heart’s in question
Nigga