Moracular World lyrics

[Verse 1: Mike G]
First time I came up I f*cking went mad
Bought a bunch of sh*t that I thought I had to have
An irresponsible as*h*le, listen to dad, nope
Didn't think it was bad so I did it, an arrogant derelict
And didn't know cause I was onto better clothes
Then it went to more dough, then it went to better hoes
Then it went to bigger shows, waiting to achieve those still
Just kept telling myself that I will
But now, I've realized I had a problem back then
Waiting for lights, cameras, zeros, action
Rhymes written on paper with zero passion
All I really need is numbers, couple zeros after them
Like damn, f*ck friends, that's it
Give me a chain and a car, b*tch I'm tryna get rich
And he's tearing tracks up, so they call me Jack Rip
And you think you know Jack, but you don't know jack sh*t

[Hook]
Cause I'd rather it be stick up than stand down
I ain't tryna go from hands up to hand outs
Funny how I went from stand up to stand out
Cause everything I was made me what I am now

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
Third grade was f*cked up, but fourth grade I lucked up
Found out that all the fat black girls were dumb sl*ts
Fifth grade was even worse, found my teacher had a purse
Stole her birth control and then she had her second and her first
Sixth grade came around, I was a punk on playing grounds
Until I threw a brick at Rick that cracked his skull and laid him out
So by the seventh grade I thought that I was hard as sh*t
Ran up on the little bus, punched all the retarded kids
Granny got mad because my teacher went and called the b*tch
She threw away my 64 and broke all of the cartridges
f*cking c*nt, now I can't do sh*t but watch the partridges
And shoot at unsuspecting dogs to fix my sloppy marksmanship
And don't be expecting me to get all your dirty laundry did
I'll finish that the second that you tell me who my father is
Grandma, what you doing with that f*cking hockey stick?
Why you running towards me with that devil grin? Stop it, b*tch!
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[Verse 3: Mike G & (Vince Staples)]
It was me against the world, eyes wide shut
Me, my n*gga Vince, and five white sl*ts
(With a Klondike bar that we all might munch
At the blonde dyke bar with a sl*t named Chuck)
And she don't give a f*ck, that's my demeanor
If I'm ever posted with a lame, there's a Glock between us
(Or at his grandmother's house with my c*ck between her
Or mouth filled with homemade carpet cleaner)
Or call me roto rooter or better call the Doc
And the neighbors, they heard screaming, they 'bout to call the cops
(And now I have to stop, pull out the Johnny Rocket
Dashing down the block tryna figure where the f*ck my socks went)
Dunk behind the dumpster thinking they'll never find me
'til I realized, that's same place I put the body
(f*ck that, snatch an old paraplegic's bus pass
I'll trim my mustache and blame it on my neighbor's drunk ass)
Then they took me into custody, thinking I'm gonna snitch
Like I ain't f*cked that ho (and I ain't touch that b*tch)
But I seen my n*gga Slick, that n*gga was on his way out
He's got enough guns to engineer a breakout

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