LAW OF AVERAGES lyrics
by Vince Staples
[Intro: Reske]
You the only—
The story of my life started out
Lately, you the only one I can tell
Give in to insanity, paying the first loo—
[Verse 1]
f*ck a b*tch, I don't trust no b*tch
With my government (f*ck 'em)
f*ck a friend, I don't want no friends
With no open hands (f*ck 'em)
Count my bands, all alone at home
Don't you call my phone (f*ck 'em)
Everyone that I've ever known
Asked me for a loan (Yeah)
Leave me 'lone, .44 Stallone
Get a n*gga gone (Yeah)
Raging Bull, this not Paid in Full
But I kill my own (f*ck 'em)
Yes, I love you 'cause you Black, but don't love your ass like that (Nah)
I will put you on a shirt if you f*ck me out my racks (Dead homies)
[Chorus]
Cherry Ave, Downey Ave, ho, you average (Ayy)
Louis bag, Gucci bag, you got baggage (b*tch)
I will never give my money to a bad b*tch (Never ever)
I will never give my money to a bad b*tch (For never ever, for never ever)
Dairy Ave, Locust Ave, ho, you average (b*tch)
Birkin bag, Chloe bag, you got baggage (Yeah)
You will never catch me slippin' out in traffic (Never ever, ever ever)
You will never catch me slippin' out in traffic (Ever ever, never ever, never ever)
[Verse 2]
AMGs and SMGs, I'm into that sh*t, ayy (Dead homies)
Wasn't what he thought, we caught him like a catfish, ayy (Dead homies)
n*ggas fallin' out and screaming like they Baptist, ayy (Dead homies)
Only love her if she ratchet (Yeah), ayy, if that ass sit, ayy (Yeah, ayy)
Got a squabble, now he Cassius Clay (Clay)
But I'm Hurricane Carter, you know I'm gon' catch a case
But "Lil Wayne Carter" what I call my .38 (Fireman, n*gga)
Kiss your baby in the face if you play with where I stay (Where your kids, ayy)
[Chorus]
Cherry Ave, Downey Ave, ho, you average (Cherry Ave sh*t)
Louis bag, Gucci bag, you got baggage (Downey Ave sh*t)
I will never give my money to a bad b*tch (Nah)
I will never give my money to a bad b*tch (Ever-ever, ever-ever)
Dairy Ave, Locust Ave, ho, you average (Yeah, Locust Ave sh*t)
Birkin bag, Chloe bag, you got baggage (You got bags, b*tch)
You will never catch me slippin' out in traffic (Never ever, ever-ever)
You will never catch me slippin' out in traffic (Yeah)
[Outro: Vince Staples & Reske]
The story of my life started out
f*ck a b*tch, I don't trust no b*tch with my government (Yeah)
Lately, you the only one I can tell
Give in to insanity, paying the first looks
I'm in your wild dreams