Lyrics THE BEACH - Vince Staples
Aw,
yeah,
everybody
killa
Tryna
make
it
to
the
top,
we
can't
take
everybody
with
us
We
can't
get
everybody
rich,
we
can't
fuck
everybody
bitches
I'm
afraid
to
catch
a
case,
I
feel
like
everybody
snitching
Cold
sweats
and
the
shivers,
I
be
having
premonition
Growin'
up,
ain't
had
no
lights
unless
it
said
to
check
the
engine
'Less
we
had
to
spark
the
wick,
show
somebody
that
we
miss
'em
I
will
park
a
nigga
shit,
streets
got
dark
and
niggas
quit,
huh
Tell
me
where
you
from,
I
ain't
heard
of
that
In
the
city,
baby,
your
first
rap
can
be
a
murder
rap
I
will
let
you
hol'
it
but
you
gotta
bring
my
burner
back
One
up
in
the
top,
I
get
the
drop,
you
know
I'm
surfin'
that
Send
'em
up
to
Heaven
gates,
now
his
mama
sellin'
plates
Now
it's
homies
washin'
cars,
'cause
he
out
here
actin'
hard
Please
don't
try
to
get
involved
'less
you
wanna
prove
it
'Cause
my
gangsters
really
movin'
hard,
on
cuh,
them
niggas
shootin',
wait
1 THE BEACH
2 AYE! (FREE THE HOMIES)
3 DJ QUIK
4 MAGIC (feat. Mustard)
5 NAMELESS
6 WHEN SPARKS FLY
7 EAST POINT PRAYER
8 SLIDE
9 PAPERCUTS
10 LEMONADE
11 PLAYER WAYS
12 MAMA'S BOY
13 BANG THAT
14 THE SPIRIT OF MONSTER KODY
15 ROSE STREET
16 THE BLUES
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