[Vince Staples]
What these b*tches want from a n*gga, remember when they used to have love for a n*gga
Runnin' round sayin' they gon' dump on a n*gga when they see him, and I hope they really mean it cause I'm ready when the time comes
Got stockpile guns, Berettas blacker than College Hill
Bullets in HD, shootin' where your momma live
No remorse cause f*ck it, you get it how you live
If I die from a bullet it's becuase I earned the sh*t
18, now everybody's concerned for Vince, wasn't f*ckin' wit'em when the money wasn't comin' in
If I had a f*ck to give i'd save it for a couple of kids
Hopefully they wouldn't live like thay daddy did
Ain't sh*t 'til a n*gga get Grammy big, still down to bust a cig rollin' wit my big
They said they lookin' for the truth this is what it is, not that sh*t that you f*ckin' wit
[Hook]
And I'll probably never feel a n*gga
Probably thinkin' that I'll probably never kill a n*gga
Crime pays I'm just tryna be the richer n*gga
Got me praying the the lord he'll forgive a n*gga
X2
[Joey Fatts]
Crime pays and grindin' takes time
Never caught slippin so I'm sleepin' with my nine
Hollow tip shells when them n*ggas out of line
Dumpin' out the sunroof when a n*gga ridin' by
My n*ggas down to ride, my n*ggas down to bark
You n*ggas gon' die tryna stunt, Owen Hart
You catch me at the park, trappin' for the cash
45 in the stash wit a brown rag
And we all gassed, motherf*ck brakes
And we all got warrants so we duckin' from the Jakes
f*ck a case, and a n*gga out on bail, still choppin' rocks put another O on the scale
And a n*gga never tell, cause we all silent
Always tote hammers, never checked into college
Dead homies tatted so a n*gga paying homage
And you know that crime pays so I never stop robbin'
[Hook x2]