[Chorus: Staples] Boy yeah right, right, yeah right (Boy yeah right, right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, right (Boy right, yeah right, yeah right) Boy yeah right, right, yeah right (Boy yeah right, yeah right, right) Boy yeah right, yeah right, right (Boy yeah)
1: Vince Staples] Is your house Is your car nice? Is girl fine? Fuck her all night Is you well paid? Are shows packed? If your song played, would they that? How the thug life? How the life? How the workload? Is your buzz Do the trap jump? Is the club Got head right? Boy, yeah right
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[Verse 2: Staples] women wanna slit the wrist Pretty women be a rich man's bitch women want a couple kids Pretty women a new ass, new lips Pretty women wanna a Benz Come and she won't let you in Thumbin' through the checks, she it in Diamonds on your neck, is them
Vince Staples] Boy yeah right, right, yeah right (Boy yeah right, yeah right, right) Boy yeah right, right, yeah right (Boy yeah right, yeah right, right) Boy yeah right, right, yeah right (Boy yeah right, right, yeah right) Boy right, yeah right, yeah right (Boy yeah)
[Bridge: Got an enemy that changes what direction You're Got an that tells you off, blockin' what's efficient You're in You to get a better idea about the lifestyle chasin' Keep pretendin' you real Until every is erased
3: Kendrick Lamar] Pop 'til fakin' Pop 'til the pop Pop he shakin' Pop like four on the been in rotation No Popular demand, I understand my name is for conversation New nigga be like "deadass" L.A. be like "on the dead homies" I was off the like Fed-Ex 211, got on me K-Dot the zeitgeist like fried rice and tempura shrimp Temporary pimp, nah, don't them canary yellow gem, jumping out the fuckin' gym Swang like new Dane, I ride dirty like two David Wayne's, retire early Fade like shadows, corrallin' the A bitches for you, is narrow Collision, the money, and fame, the The physicist, the chemist, the Collateral for Kendrick whenever Compatible for with more to gain A sad nigga? Yeah I don't fair fight but I fight Lookin' for my next roadkill for the Hangin' though my last kills for the highlights My life, life, high five, bye, bye
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