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Mpmania Mix 39

Vince Staples – “LA Leakers Freestyle” [Lyrics, Video]

Vince Staples drops own bars on the 114th episode of “LA Leakers Freestyle” produced by Mel-Man, Dr. Dre & Scott Storch. Watch the video, read the lyrics for the piece.

Vince Staples La Leakers Freestyle

Vince Staples La Leakers Freestyle

Vince Staples – LA Leakers Freestyle (prod. Mel-Man, Dr. Dre & Scott Storch)

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[Verse: Vince Staples]
Yeah, plant the seed for the [?] ignore the politics
Problematic proud of it, automatic shot the whip
Dropping shells from out of that window I felt like Common Sense
Promise I did more for my niggas than them Obamas did
Late-night stepping like Thriller you niggas dead to me
Tagging 7th Street, they scrubbed it off the wall like every week
Famous city by the sea, the streets was cold I felt the breeze
I rose from out the ruins broke the mold and they neglected me
Hitting licks them crackers cracked the whip when they arrested me
[?] phase I’m doing okay, this the story of O.J
Black against the white I had to steal nigga
My blood introduced me to this Cripping, I’m for real wit’ it
If I was you and I was thinking I was next up out the Beach I wouldn’t hold my breath unless you Navy SEAL wit’ it
‘Fore we go to war, you should take up propaganda
See my money from Gardena to Gardere, Louisiana
We was at Louisiana, came up off them snack packs
50 cent for Shastas, itchy blop up in the backpack
Little Caesar Hot-N-Ready box we had to have that
Made us heavy hitters off the block I’m talking crack-backs
Niggas say I fell off, that’s facts
I guess you can say I fell off of the grid, you like the Netherlands?
Football match in Madrid, this not the Meadowlands
These lil’ niggas punch in the air, and still they never land
It’s like they writing with Geppetto hands
If you see yo’ [?] in a jam can you help the man?
Feel like De La ghetto wit’ the Prince cannon and the can
Pressure lowers karma leave no rent due, you understand?
We spun around his block he did the Running Man
Shawty did the Lil’ Kim, missed him but we hit his friend
Listening to Many Men, living out my favorite song
They killed my lil’ homie ‘fore he got to see his baby grown
And y’all wanna talk about practice?
Them suckers down the street get gunned up and clapped quick
The suckers by the Beach get gunned up and clapped quick
Run and point that .32 and make ‘em sicker than Magic, voilà
If I ever tap the side of his hat, it’s trauma
You will never catch me slipping in traffic
How you coming?
Who put you on this, you just claim it or you from it?
These niggas out here blowing brains y’all blowing budgets
Rappers make me sick to my stomach, we glorify who died and demonize the niggas who done it
I thought we was thugging, niggas killed Jabari for nothing
I thought we was thugging, niggas killed Jabari for nothing
I thought we was thugging, niggas killed Jabari for nothing
Come on, I thought we was thugging, niggas killed Jabari for nothing
Think I’m finna mourn a nigga over bars then you bugging
That’s the real but can you recognize the revolution won’t be televised
And people had me slaving, left me hanging ‘til we severed ties
I was better suited for the shoot a noodle [?] realized
So I don’t need yo’ praises I don’t need appraisal for my shine
Real diamond out the rough, you niggas in the lab
I heard y’all out here cooking up, them crackers in y’all bag
You say my name up in a song and I’ma kill yo’ ass
And I ain’t talking rap

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