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JID & Vince Staples

VCRs

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VCRs was released on August 8, 2025 by Dreamville/Interscope Records as a part of the album God Does Like Ugly

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

JID

Vocals

Vince Staples

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Vince Staples

Songwriter

Destin Route

Songwriter

Jahlil Gunter

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Jay Versace

Producer

John Kadadu

Recording Engineer

Leslie Brathwaite

Leslie Brathwaite

Mixing Engineer

Chris Athens

Mastering Engineer

Jay Rogers

Immersive Mixing Engineer

Brad Smalling

Immersive Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]

From Rosewood all around the world, brought to you by the same **** that gave us, us free

Reminiscent of the depths of Oscarville

Vengeance from the ashes of Tulsa, we present to you, a colossal—

Fuck you

[Verse 1]

Look, you want a piece of that American pie? Probably humble you

Want that nice crib in the Hills? Real comfortable

You're Juliet, I'll be Romeo Montague

My mama said me foolin' 'round with you is irresponsible

You know how power and money do

Try to monopolize you like the man with the monocle on his eye

When I pass go, give me two hundred dollars and shoot the fives

I'm from the 6, no Devil shit, Prince of Egypt told me, "Look at life through Heaven's eyes"

Seeing evil shit was regular, we ain't recognize

Taraji and Common couldn't get the guy to testify

They wearing wires and camouflage, it's espionage

Hop into the ride, it's a Hellcat but the vessel of God

Cops probably stop me any time they feel jeopardized

Pull me to the side, I go IG Live

If I feel endangered, I'ma up my (Fah)

Do it for the squad because it's no child ever left behind

Hold me down, dog, have my back and just protect my spine

And if they at your neck, just know it's wrecking time

Only one shot could cause a second line (One, two)

Three **** riding through the city with they strap on

Four **** at the gas station on the trap phone

Five o'clock traffic on the block, they in the mix

But the plot twist is, **** done made it out the 6

Seven in the morning off of Bouldercrest and Flat Shoals

No, I haven't ate, I'm finna eat from off of rap songs

9 on this waist, you better straighten up your back bone

Ten times out of ten, **** is in attack mode (One, two, three)

Look, uh, everywhere I go, I'm good 'cause I know the codes, huh

I open up my soul and then it opened doors

I ain't killin' shit 'cause of Cole, it's 'cause I'm cold

But I ain't do this shit alone, I make it on

I got all of this on my dome as I write more sentences

If I explode like a truckload of nitroglycerin

You just a bump in the road, shit, you might go missin'

I'm psycho, I keep a pole like I might go fishin'

I'm from where shoes hang from power lines and light poles

A light skin ho on a corner, her braids micro

She on a night stroll, and he gon' buy it if the price low

He walk a tight rope, is he sane or out his mind? I hope (**** gon' be fine)

[Verse 2]

But wagwan, this shit get better with time

See the movie's not rewinding, my friend

We turn the VCRs to dinosaurs

The money we spend just leave us wanting more

But money make the continents spin

Built the world in seven days

Rolled a seven, you'll get paid, it all align

We was line pressing in our better days

Raising hell to get a taste of Heaven gates

They can't relate, I wouldn't wait for them to figure it out

They want the dreams without the nightmares, heads in the clouds

Thirsty for clout, they don't know the burdens I got, murders I copped

Cuz ain't say a word and got shot, grabbing his heart

Now he just a scattering thought, a part of the art

Just a casualty of the war, it goes one, two

.357 snub hanging out the window

Four-door G-ride, stole it off Obispo

Five years later, I was still on 65th

I'm a seven figure ****, but I never will forget

Ate Top Ramen every day like it was gourmet

Nine times out of ten, **** beat the court case

Doing two elevens ain't never make us rich

This a twelve gauge shotty, I ain't gotta aim the—

[Outro]

And who the unlucky thirteenth? They made an angel out the man, they used to be an Earthling

And you can say it's dirt cheap 'cause when they shootin', **** turn to Jackie Joyner-Kersee

Personally, I know nobody never been perfect or move perfectly

I'm prayin' when you see me at my worst, you see worth in me

Battlin' demons, addiction, and adversity

Balancin' dreams internally, it's my eternity

Written by: Destin Route, Jahlil Gunter, Vince Staples

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