EAST POINT PRAYER Songtext
von Vince Staples

Money, mansion
Hundred racks plus, duffle bag stuffed
Better not slip, I′ma crash ya
You ain't shot shit, get your stats up

Kept the sticks lit, I′m a factor
I was out there when it mattered
Had the chopstick with the ladder
Made it count, fled to Atlanta

Off to Camp Creek, with no Plan C
I was head first, understand me?
Gotta stay alert, understand me?
If they catch me, they gon' blast me

Yeah
Bounced out, chucking up the hood
Money in the bank, so I'm feeling good
Pull up on the gang, never Hollywood
Showing them the way, so they show a nigga love, but


These lil′ niggas running wild
Bought a .40 cal, out the Jordan Downs
Married to the streets, don′t she get around?
I never wanna leave, I'm never out of bounds, yeah

Ain′t no peacing up if you body one of us
Body for a body, big body Benz truck
Bounce out boogie, play pussy, get fucked
When these niggas get tough?

Since when these niggas want war with us?
Lick a gunshot, bloodshot corneas
I been out all night tryna make it out
Swear to God that the set was the safest route, know what they about

Money, mansion
Hundred racks plus, duffle bag stuffed
Better not slip, I'ma crash ya
You ain′t shot shit, get your stats up

Kept the sticks lit, I'm a factor
I was out there when it mattered
Had the chopstick with the ladder
Made it count, fled to Atlanta


I took big risks, now I′m big fish
A billion dollars at the top of my to-do list
Buy a villa in Saint-Barts, maybe a cruise ship
Well, really a yacht
Just to say that I got it
Product of my environment

Keep my cutter for the snakes, you know this shit can get slimy
Ain't have to make no call to gang'nem, they already beside me
Where the money at, that′s more than likely where you can find me
I can′t honor that, you know that shit was flawed when you tried it
This shit crazy, nobody wanna put in the work, but wanna get paid though
I'ma keep on spending on lawyers until the case closed
I′m probably not coming, I'm not the one you should wait on
I want this shit bad, hope it don′t take long

Everybody calling with they problem, not to check on me
They say, "If it happened, then it's meant to be", guess we′ll see
I know you was lying when you had told me you would never leave
I can't keep on going back and forth, I gotta let it be

(Money, mansion, hundred racks plus, duffle bag stuffed)
(Better not slip, I'ma crash, yeah)
(You ain′t shot shit, get your stats up)
(Kept the sticks lit, I′m a factor)
(I was out there, when it mattered)