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young so I ain't understand\n[01:35.40] Why she wouldn't let my daddy sleep, used to see him stand\n[01:38.22] Out in the alley through my window\n[01:40.63] Drinking Hen' with his homies blowing cig' smoke\n[01:43.18] Lights flashing now he running from the Winslows\n[01:45.97] Hear him screaming from my momma at the backdoor\n[01:48.85] Sometimes she wouldn't open it, sitting on the couch\n[01:51.99] Face emotionless, I don't think they ever noticed that I noticed it\n[01:56.23] As a kid all I wanted a hundred grand\n[02:00.17] Cause my daddy did it, eyes bloodshot\n[02:03.06] With the caddy tinted, fuck handouts\n[02:05.65] Fuck the county building, never seen that\n[02:08.23] Catch him riding round the city with the seat back\n[02:11.15] With the seat back, with the seat back\n[02:13.84] Catch him ride round the city with the seat back\n[02:16.40] With the seat back, with the seat back\n[02:19.36] Catch him ride round the city with the seat back\n[02:26.67] No, No, No, No\n[02:43.91] Niggas die everyday don't know how to live, don't know how to make sense\n[02:49.08] 25 to life today just got locked away, all that just to pay rent\n[02:54.05] Now they're all bound on the slave ship\n[02:57.31] And they left behind their patience\n[03:00.23] Thought that'd last them for a little\n[03:02.81] Pass it down for my kin, ohh\n[03:05.77] Cause my daddy did it, eyes bloodshot\n[03:08.39] With the caddy tinted, fuck handouts\n[03:11.09] Fuck the county building, never seen that\n[03:13.89] Catch him riding round the city with the seat back\n[03:16.52] With the seat back, with the seat back\n[03:19.43] Catch him ride round the city with the seat back\n[03:22.08] With the seat back, with the seat back\n[03:24.75] Catch him ride round the city with the seat back\n[03:27.34] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Nate\n  artist: Vince Staples\n  album: Nate\n  duration_ms: 213000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: As a kid all I wanted was to 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Catch him ride round the city with the seat back\n  With the seat back, with the seat back\n  Catch him ride round the city with the seat back\n\n  As a kid all I wanted was a hundred grand\n  Uncle counting money while my daddy cut him grams\n  Made me promise that this shit would never touch my hands\n  And it never did said it'd make me be a better man\n  Smoking in the crib, hiding dip inside of soda cans\n  Black bandana on his arm, needle in his hand\n  Momma trying to wake him up, young so I ain't understand\n  Why she wouldn't let my daddy sleep, used to see him stand\n  Out in the alley through my window\n  Drinking Hen' with his homies blowing cig' smoke\n  Lights flashing now he running from the Winslows\n  Hear him screaming from my momma at the backdoor\n  Sometimes she wouldn't open it, sitting on the couch\n  Face emotionless, I don't think they ever noticed that I noticed it\n  As a kid all I wanted a hundred grand\n\n  Cause my daddy did it, eyes bloodshot\n  With the 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friends, hopping out that minivan\n  Chrome '38s spinning like a ceiling fan\n  Crying on my momma's phone swearing he a different man\n  Talking to me monotone, hardly ever coming home\n  Knew he was the villain never been a fan of Superman\n  Beaten on my momma in the kitchen screaming:\n  \"Bitch you better listen when I speak my mind!\"\n  Used to think he was unbreakable he did fed time\n  But made sure a nigga plate was full and I shined\n  Was walking in the first day of school new J's, and all of that\n  Football was cornerback, never made a game I played for Compton High\n  But my daddy was the man that would be suicide\n  Picked me up from visitation in the newest ride\n  Always told me that he loved me, fuck his foolish pride\n  As a kid all I wanted was to kill a man\n\n  Cause my daddy did it, eyes bloodshot\n  With the caddy tinted, fuck handouts\n  Fuck the county building, never seen that\n  Catch him riding round the city with the seat back\n  With the seat back, with 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friends, hopping out that minivan\n  Chrome '38s spinning like a ceiling fan\n  Crying on my momma's phone swearing he a different man\n  Talking to me monotone, hardly ever coming home\n  Knew he was the villain never been a fan of Superman\n  Beaten on my momma in the kitchen screaming:\n  \"Bitch you better listen when I speak my mind!\"\n  Used to think he was unbreakable he did fed time\n  But made sure a nigga plate was full and I shined\n  Was walking in the first day of school new J's, and all of that\n  Football was cornerback, never made a game I played for Compton High\n  But my daddy was the man that would be suicide\n  Picked me up from visitation in the newest ride\n  Always told me that he loved me, fuck his foolish pride\n  As a kid all I wanted was to kill a man\n\n  Cause my daddy did it, eyes bloodshot\n  With the caddy tinted, fuck handouts\n  Fuck the county building, never seen that\n  Catch him riding round the city with the seat back\n  With the seat back, with the seat back\n  Catch him ride round the city with the seat back\n  With the seat back, with the seat back\n  Catch him ride round the city with the seat back\n\n  As a kid all I wanted was a hundred grand\n  Uncle counting money while my daddy cut him grams\n  Made me promise that this shit would never touch my hands\n  And it never did said it'd make me be a better man\n  Smoking in the crib, hiding dip inside of soda cans\n  Black bandana on his arm, needle in his hand\n  Momma trying to wake him up, young so I ain't understand\n  Why she wouldn't let my daddy sleep, used to see him stand\n  Out in the alley through my window\n  Drinking Hen' with his homies blowing cig' smoke\n  Lights flashing now he running from the Winslows\n  Hear him screaming from my momma at the backdoor\n  Sometimes she wouldn't open it, sitting on the couch\n  Face emotionless, I don't think they ever noticed that I noticed it\n  As a kid all I wanted a hundred grand\n\n  Cause my daddy did it, eyes bloodshot\n  With the caddy tinted, fuck handouts\n  Fuck the county building, never seen that\n  Catch him riding round the city with the seat back\n  With the seat back, with the seat back\n  Catch him ride round the city with the seat back\n  With the seat back, with the seat back\n  Catch him ride round the city with the seat back\n\n  No, No, No, No\n  Niggas die everyday don't know how to live, don't know how to make sense\n  25 to life today just got locked away, all that just to pay rent\n  Now they're all bound on the slave ship\n  And they left behind their patience\n  Thought that'd last them for a little\n  Pass it down for my kin, ohh\n\n  Cause my daddy did it, eyes bloodshot\n  With the caddy tinted, fuck handouts\n  Fuck the county building, never seen that\n  Catch him riding round the city with the seat back\n  With the seat back, with the seat back\n  Catch him ride round the city with the seat back\n  With the seat back, with the seat back\n  Catch him ride round the city with the seat back\n"}]