Released: March 13, 2014
Songwriter: Vince Staples
Producer: No I.D.
[Produced by No I.D.]
[Verse 1]
I never needed nobody to believe in
I seen 'em change like the seasons
R.I.P., you just a candle on the cement
Once you leave so I've been trying to live forever, dawg
I got a .25 Beretta in my mama car
Same one my brother used, same one my father bought
Everybody telling when they go to court
I'm feeling like they don't make niggas like me no more
I still got slaves hanging from my family tree
The young still gangbanging like we WC
And Mac 10, Mac 10's sit up under the fleece
Because the powers that be insist on fucking with me
Since back when there was white men under them sheets
Riding horseback, walking on the backs of the free
You see we in it to survive, what the fuck did you think?
At the blink of an eye niggas could die in these streets
[Hook]
My life a movie, hope you liking the show
They act, we shooting, just a part of the role
The road to riches wasn't made for niggas this low
I pray for blessings, grab my weapon when I walk out the do'
Lock and load and I'm ready to go
Lock and load and I'm ready to go
Lock and load and I'm ready to go
When I'm ready to go, when I'm ready to go
[Verse 2]
Aye, tell these niggas let the black man shine
This little light of mine, a nine I hide inside of my drawers
Ain't nothing Aunt Jemima, aye lil mama ain't I a star?
I only pray when asking Allah how we made it this far
But still I'm all about the dollar, pass the offering jar
The thoughts of niggas at the bottom what I offer to y'all
We from the slaveship, all my niggas ride for the cause
We on the same shit, tryna survive all the laws
Because they ain't shit, won't take shit but the charge
Because we can't snitch, know you niggas heard it before
The child was murdered before, he had a chance to mature
And bet the one they did it never see outside of the bars
We the pride of Raymond Washington, they washing us all
Them baggy True’s fit just like them county blues
Mac 10 match well with my black skin
Little black boy shooting up the avenue
[Hook]
[Verse 1]
I never needed nobody to believe in
I seen 'em change like the seasons
R.I.P., you just a candle on the cement
Once you leave so I've been trying to live forever, dawg
I got a .25 Beretta in my mama car
Same one my brother used, same one my father bought
Everybody telling when they go to court
I'm feeling like they don't make niggas like me no more
I still got slaves hanging from my family tree
The young still gangbanging like we WC
And Mac 10, Mac 10's sit up under the fleece
Because the powers that be insist on fucking with me
Since back when there was white men under them sheets
Riding horseback, walking on the backs of the free
You see we in it to survive, what the fuck did you think?
At the blink of an eye niggas could die in these streets
[Hook]
My life a movie, hope you liking the show
They act, we shooting, just a part of the role
The road to riches wasn't made for niggas this low
I pray for blessings, grab my weapon when I walk out the do'
Lock and load and I'm ready to go
Lock and load and I'm ready to go
Lock and load and I'm ready to go
When I'm ready to go, when I'm ready to go
[Verse 2]
Aye, tell these niggas let the black man shine
This little light of mine, a nine I hide inside of my drawers
Ain't nothing Aunt Jemima, aye lil mama ain't I a star?
I only pray when asking Allah how we made it this far
But still I'm all about the dollar, pass the offering jar
The thoughts of niggas at the bottom what I offer to y'all
We from the slaveship, all my niggas ride for the cause
We on the same shit, tryna survive all the laws
Because they ain't shit, won't take shit but the charge
Because we can't snitch, know you niggas heard it before
The child was murdered before, he had a chance to mature
And bet the one they did it never see outside of the bars
We the pride of Raymond Washington, they washing us all
Them baggy True’s fit just like them county blues
Mac 10 match well with my black skin
Little black boy shooting up the avenue
[Hook]