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Earl Sweatshirt + The Alchemist - Mancala (feat. Vince Staples)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Earl Sweatshirt
Earl Sweatshirt
Vocals
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Programming
Sister Ida Maxey And The Tampa Chapter Mass Choir
Sister Ida Maxey And The Tampa Chapter Mass Choir
Sampled Artist
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Lyrics
Isaiah Jones, Jr.
Isaiah Jones, Jr.
Songwriter
Alan Maman
Alan Maman
Composer
Thebe Kgositsile
Thebe Kgositsile
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Philippe Weiss
Philippe Weiss
Mixing Engineer

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Uh, I recollect all the pain I had to author, fresh Wading out in the waves, foot on a colonizer neck like a collar, curtailed I'm tryna follow the trail Cut off the coattails they hangin' on to, I plo— I plot on how to prevail and drop gems like Mancala When I'm put on the spot I don't bail My mama always be there Taught me to dig Found the flaws of my father Went and lost him appeal I know it's long and uphill I started joggin' on 'em No Santiago, I was already wind And water Different novel Thicker lines of defense The follow-through was all in the wrist We took it farther I caught him stallin' again I'm feelin' froggy, we might Just have to hop him in and hop in the whip Prolly I figured I'd be remiss to go at least without a blick 'round me Speak to Vince 'bout it How many lives you take? How much time you facin'? How many times you draw your gun, sometimes my mind draw blanks How many nights you pray? Still tryna find my faith Hostile gospel, then pen'll cost you You try to talk through Interrogation, no registration The license sliding Feel the vibration, got somethin' To shake the pavement Got a SKS for 500 dollars I love my partner, buddy Chris Bosh 'Cause can't shoot when it hits hard can when the shit's dark Who gon' take it far enough to hit the fan? I done stacked so many rounds feel like the Michelin man Tired but I stuck around, they stabbed us in the hands So what's my back to them? I had to stradle fence Smackin' shit, got my mama readin', askin' shit Fightin' on my life, can't pray at night because the calluses Skippin' school to shoot it through his cap, he still a graduate Slidin' like an abacus, promise, it's some math to this He's been good (Mmm, been a father for me) He's been good (Been good) He's been good to me Honestly, my nigga Don't even trip on, like, whether you gon' do a good job or a bad job Or other– all that other shit, man You just gotta– you just gotta be there, man You just gotta pull up (Yeah) You just gotta– Just be present, bro, like fuck life Oh man, am I– am I gonna fuck up for the rest– so what? You just gotta be there, man You gon' fuck up if you not (Yup, so let me get, uh– chicken sandwich) A'ight Uh, can I get a, um– chicken sandwich? And a, uh, a carne asada burrito?
Writer(s): Earl Sweatshirt, Isaiah Jones, The Alchemist, Vince Staples Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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