The Caliphate (feat. Vince Staples)

He gave me no release, I hope for peace, be postal now

Over East, corroded sheet metal, my tow just found

He let it go, brodie left the heat on the coldest ground

To wrap around the wound unwound

I poured the bruise blood into the sound (Let some of the bruise blood come out)

Stole the crown, grew out of poster child

Serve a few once I stir the stew on the stovе around

If you hit the county you better hold it down

Grab thе bounty, left him on Downey screamin' on the ground

Cup runnin' over, son of Ramona, her poster child

The coast is clear, they wanna act La Cosa Nostra now

When we was there, they toned it down, how I'm supposed to smile?

When cheese attract the rats, police attachin' facts

They ain't PC, they just trustees, I had to laugh at that

We never taught, just be boy pose, parolin' back to back

Soon as I clap, they scat, I been with all that jazz

I throw the pill like Uncle Phil, revolver hold McNabbs

Just tryna hold me back

Holyfield when I go to him

Talk, ayy, bro, you, know I'm not involved

We eagles on attack, big dawg

Talons full of snacks, I couldn't kiss away my last

Gave all I had, I gave the mistletoe a tag

I know it's clip or crash, my bro gon' rinse his filthy hands

Show 'em what you got and I can't promise he won't appeal for that

Slow your roll, I promise you not built for that

Little man, I'm eatin', I don't fast, shady business in the black

Please observe the gone and dead

Tell 'em save a spot for them, the kid lost his collar then

Death be scraped up off all the chips, and left

A trail of frowning faces, shaky powdered wigs

Tell 'em blame it on my wrist, it's steady as a scalpel

Tell her, I'ma face a thousand spliffs, the test of faith, I pass the quiz

With flyin' colors, then rub the vase, I had a wish

Magic man, find the funds to allocate and I'll appear

Takin' numbers, death paradin' 'round, it's grim, but he ain't take me under

Trauma from the thickest niggas made it outta jams

In the mix, stay at attention, we global, gallivantin' gloatin'

Back to back with croski, fuck 'em and their parents

And the parasites they hostin'

You know you know me, Glock 32

I shoot like both the Kobes, pop it when I'm lonely

At the seam, start when twenty's on her back like Ginóbili

You fuckin' on the homies, okay

Actually, what is the message you want to give to transmit to the public, to our listeners?

Well, I always feel that even though one is an artist

That we are first human beings and we live in the same world as any other person

So that we as artists should never close our eyes to what is happening to us

And the songs that I sing are just about my everyday life

And, uh, the things I say are those things that have affected my life