Joey Fatts - Die Rich [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
Lights dimming niggas living off the thought of killing
Black owl only shine as the revolver hitting
Can't bring the homies around, they start to plot on niggas
And then I gotta fix it
Mr. Mechanic that automatic is nothing pretty, it take the smile off niggas
Let em run a couple miles, I'll hit em
If not I bet his grandma get em, it's just a true story
Them shells sit like two stories, I ain't well
Look at all your hate mail as fan mail