[Vince Staples]

What these bitches want from a n***a, remember when they used to have love for a n***a
Runnin' round sayin' they gon' dump on a n***a when they see him, and I hope they really mean it cause I'm ready when the time comes
Got stockpile guns, Berettas blacker than College Hill
Bullets in HD, shootin' where your momma live
No remorse cause fuck it, you get it how you live
If I die from a bullet it's becuase I earned the shit
18, now everybody's concerned for Vince, wasn't fuckin' wit'em when the money wasn't comin' in
If I had a fuck to give i'd save it for a couple of kids
Hopefully they wouldn't live like thay daddy did
Ain't shit 'til a n***a get Grammy big, still down to bust a cig rollin' wit my big
They said they lookin' for the truth this is what it is, not that shit that you fuckin' wit

[Hook]
And I'll probably never feel a n***a
Probably thinkin' that I'll probably never kill a n***a
Crime pays I'm just tryna be the richer n***a
Got me praying the the lord he'll forgive a n***a

X2

[Joey Fatts]
Crime pays and grindin' takes time
Never caught slippin so I'm sleepin' with my nine
Hollow tip shells when them n***as out of line
Dumpin' out the sunroof when a n***a ridin' by
My n***as down to ride, my n***as down to bark
You n***as gon' die tryna stunt, Owen Hart
You catch me at the park, trappin' for the cash
45 in the stash wit a brown rag
And we all gassed, motherfuck brakes
And we all got warrants so we duckin' from the Jakes
Fuck a case, and a n***a out on bail, still choppin' rocks put another O on the scale
And a n***a never tell, cause we all silent
Always tote hammers, never checked into college
Dead homies tatted so a n***a paying homage
And you know that crime pays so I never stop robbin'

[Hook x2]