Letra de ' Black&Blue ' de Vince Staples

Tears fall from the sky, mindin' the hooligans
I think I'm losin' it, hope you're along for the ride
Buckle the seatbelt, so many want me to crash and die
Who can I call when I need help?
Jugglin' thuggin' and passion and pride
Sayin' it loud, like James, rollin' the window down, ayy
Bro, do you gang bang? Yeah, click-clack baow
I'ma regret it mañana, niggas be doin' shit just to be doin' it
We eatin' better tomorrow, real food stamp babies
My people product of poverty, I don't know why they would play with us
Choppers in luxury vehicles, livin' like Saudi Arabians
Learned Reaganomics and ran it up, we don't got nothing to show for
Infatuated with folklore and we still on some nigga shit

Money, I'm gettin' it, Heaven, I'm livin' it
I look in the mirror and see somethin' missin'
I feel like it's you
I know that it's you

So black and blue
So black and blue
So black and blue
So black and blue
So black and blue, so black and blue
So black and—

The cable was basic, the bitches was basic-er
Love and a kiss from her mom, call me her son, she let me stay with her
Maybe we livin' haram, can't go to prom, send me a prayer up
To the Heavens above, is it a mansion for thugs?
Where did Tupac and 'em go?
Where Nipsey Hus' and 'em go?
Swavey and Drakeo? Ricche and Slim Foe?
I spend a lot of my time missin' our kinfolks
Put 'em inside of a rhyme hopin' they live on

Money, I'm gettin' it, Heaven, I'm livin' it
I look in the mirror and see somethin' missin'
I feel like it's you
I know that it's you

So black and blue
So black and blue
So black and blue
So black and blue
So black and blue, so black and blue
So black and—

Still on some nigga shit, still on that nigga shit
Tell me what you know 'bout it
Get your hand out my pocket
Infatuated with folklore
I'd rather be a N-I-G-G-A
What do you say?