[Verse] Double back when you got it made Thirty racks and weed, no fat in the collard greens Off top was me, no cap, I don't bottle things Flashin' grandmama rings on her fingers and fondle the thing Hollow with glee Not ominous but James Harden D Weak niggas guarding will peak Followers just like me I lost my phone and consequently All the feelings I caught for my GF My hands was on her wings I took 'em off, had a story careen against the bars My canteen was full of the poison I need The trip as long as steep My innocence was lost in the East Amidst the thick exhaust Ahki hit the horn, it beep Mention my sentence is strong We all that we need But don't call me brother no more I keep my sentences short Stack Pendleton keep me warm in the winter Ksubi's cuff done hit the floor Doobie Brothers where the city morgue Who would truly love a visit from us? My soul and my heart All in it, keep fishing Gone, the macabre finish And miss my Pop dukes, might just hit me Depending how I play my cards The wind whispered to me, "Ain't it hard?" I wait to be the light shimmering from a star Cognitive dissonance shattered and the necessary venom restored As if it matters if you think it matters anymore 'Cause shit be happening with quick results They couldn't fathom all the damage that had to get done Piglets in a barrel we cookin' up Don't get a sparrow, no harrowed runics in that there tomb And a share of deadly flowers bloom Holler rabidly, we stare at you And say a prayer Let's take it there like courier pigeon 50,000 roots, none of 'em rigid Some of them wicked how they grew

[Hook] Good grief, I been reaping what I sowed Nigga, I ain't been outside in a minute I been living what I wrote And all I see is snakes in the eyes of these niggas Momma taught me how to read 'em when I look Miss me at the precinct getting booked Fishy niggas stick to eating off of hooks Say you eating, but we see you getting cooked, nigga [Verse 1] I don't act hard, I'm a hard act to follow, nigga Like it or not, when it drop, bet he gotta listen Chasing dragons, tryna make it happen, on a mission Step into the shadows, we could talk addiction When it's harmful where you going and the part of you that know it Don't give a fuck, pardon me for going into details 3-7-6 was a brothel We had females come in every hour on the dot And the shit sound like a gavel when it knock Focused on my chatter, ain't as frantic as my thoughts Lately I've been panicking a lot Feeling like I'm stranded in a mob, scrambling for Xanax out the canister to pop Never getting out of hand Steady handling my job, time damaging my ties Who turn to get up? Get dude turned to dinner quick You circus niggas, you turning into tricks I was making waves, you was surfing in 'em Dealing with the stomach pains just from birthing niggas' shit Cut the grass off the surface Pray the lawnmower blade catch the back of a serpent nigga's shit Bitch [Hook] Good grief, I been reaping what I sowed Nigga, I ain't been outside in a minute I been living what I wrote And all I see is snakes in the eyes of these niggas Momma taught me how to read 'em when I look Miss me at the precinct getting booked Fishy niggas stick to eating off of hooks Say you eating, but we see you getting cooked, nigga [Verse 2] My fleeting thoughts on a leash For the moment, high as fuck I've been alone in my shit, for the longest Snakes sliding in the street Momma taught me how to not be like the bodies lying in them Pigs, riding in 'em I'm a target so it's hard to even eye me in 'em If he ain't dying for me, then I ain't riding with him There's no time for that Making sure my man wallet's straight Like a collar when you iron that Thinking 'bout my grandmama, find a bottle I'mma wallow when I lie in that I just want my time and my mind intact When they both gone, you can't buy 'em back

[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt] Promise Heron I'll put my fist up, after I get my dick sucked Quick buck, maybe a gold chain With that fuckin' flow that's-s so belittles, man They tentatively tend to turn and go when I am finished Stone cold, hardly fucking with these niggas – nigga, listen The description doesn't fit, if not a synonym of menace Then forget it – in turn, these critics and interns Admittin' the shit spitted, just burn like six furnaces Writ, it affixed, learnin' them digits and simultaneously Dispellin' one-trick-pony myths, isn't he? One adolescent, fuckin' six-nigga energy And crawlin' down 'fax like a rich nigga centipede Crack ceramic and slap a hand out of cash account Stamp and shoutin', thrashin', these niggas done let the kraken out Crack-a-lackin' like snap, crackle, poppin' your ammo off Hide your face, and throw your flannels off, Sweatshirt, nigga [Chorus: Casey Veggies & Earl Sweatshirt] '87 rooftop, Bronson Whippin' hoopties, tryna boost raw chronic Brutus in that booth, double scoop, hock, vomit up Subrocin' thud, knockin' niggas teeth-loose Bruh, I don't fuck with no cop – rollin' with that flow swamp Catch me over stove top – rappin' to that coke rock Passionless in old Jive clothin', with them doors wide open Dim the floor lights, focused like it's nothin', 'cause it's nothin', bitch [Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt] From a city that's recession-hit Stress niggas could flex metal with peddle to rake pennies in Desolate testaments, tryin' to stay Jekyll-ish But most niggas Hyde, and Brenda just stay pregnant Breakin' News: Death's less important when the Lakers lose It's lead in that baby food, heads try to make it through Fish-netted legs for them eyes that she cater to Ride dirty as the fuckin' sky that you prayin' to So here I sit, eye in the pyramid God spit it like it's truth serum in that beer and then *blow* – disappear again, reappear bearded On top of a Lear, steerin' it into the kid's ear again Provider of the backdrop music For the crack rock user and the mascot, Earl Rawer than a skinned knee cap on a blacktop Salivary glands, lighter fluid for the matchbox Strikin' – wait, wait, who the fuck you badder than? Boy, oh boy, I'm bad as burnt – pollo off the grill and shit Spitter of the Little Nick, nimble, rickrollin' Bitch niggas pick litter, piff-blower, plus I pillage shit [Chorus: Casey Veggies & Earl Sweatshirt] '87 rooftop, Bronson Whippin' hoopties, tryna boost raw chronic Brutus in that booth, double scoop, hock, vomit up Subrocin' thud, knockin' niggas teeth-loose Bruh, I don't fuck with no cop – rollin' with that flow swamp Catch me over stove top – rappin' to that coke rock Passionless in old Jive clothin', with them doors wide open Dim the floor lights, focused like it's nothin', 'cause it's nothin', bitch [Verse 3: Vince Staples] Quit with all that tough talk Bro, we know you niggas ain't about shit Come around, we gun 'em down Bodies piled, Auschwitz Bulletproof outfits, weapons concealed I'm ready to kill – so test it, all my weapons is real Sellin' thizz, couldn't tell 'em what the recipe is Got 'em wishin' that they never gave these weapons to kids Cheers, send chills up spines of fat bitches After shows throwin' out sandwiches Niggas get it how they live and I live for money Other words, I'm gettin' money Lil Boy told me when it's time to ride, they'll send up for me Ain't nobody scarin' me, niggas ain't prepared for heat Tools hit like pool sticks, the way I cue shit If this was '88, I would have signed to Ruthless '94, would've had 'em walkin' down death row First is when the best go, hate is what the rest do Voice inside my head told me, "Wet 'em if they test you" So it's Raging Waters season That yomper big as Larry Johnson, leave your momma seedless Everybody hard until it's only God they seein' Kitten soft but in they songs be trappin' hard as Jeezy I don't believe it, but to each his own I ain't trippin' long 'cause I can reach the chrome Heat your home like Southern California Gas, police pass Tell 'em "Free Smalls," off Palm with the heat drawn Strapped up long as the chief of police armed Raised where the beasts are, north of the Beach A couple streets past Baby J, bony niggas sprayin' K's Ruger with the pork face, Jewish for the court case Here to save you niggas from the sorbet, Coldchain

[Verse] Allen with the picked 'fro, answer in the outlet Alley-oopin' all the shit home Powered-up, out for the assist Don't panic when it get cold, we go at it, ho How you want them ribs smoked, family? Uh Ten toes, know you on your shit already Big stone, granite and your fist balled Standin' on the strip Don't panic when the pig come Scramble, get the big tall fetti, and then get home Tally up—tally up the wins though Don't think he said he pro-violence But it's gon' be your problem if he did, though I lived out the way, ayy Palace where the Crips stay Silent when the pigs came browsin' in his shit Bang like two mallets, too callous for your bitch taste 'Member when they had my grandmammy on a drip drink How much of that gin straight? Could have filled a fish tank My doggy hit my cell, say he got me off the strength Ask him, "That's just how it is?" say "You die and then you live, huh?" Your heart and then your limbs break Just catch me when I slip, bro What's poppin'? Like a hip bone I told you, these niggas passin' like the Citgo We passin', niggas know we keep the gas inside the spliff roll The wind get the ashes in the end, bro We been took your pass and your credentials, uh Bad apple, daily clashin' with my kinfolk Bad acid did damage to my mental Show you right, it took some passages to get grown They been called me savage from the get go Uh

[Verse 1] I've been on the run, that's why I go harder than you go Plus I call 'em like I see 'em, maybe that's why I'm all alone Product of the cold, but let me back up The bitch back arched like a bow, yes sir Leave her eyes, and in between them thighs, wetter I told you that I'm in it for the long stretcher I thought I told you that I'm in it for the long stretch Drunk off of liquor from the long neck bottle Mama told me that her soul been hollow for the longest I told her like I know those problems But you gotta know that wallowing is chosen I scraped my face on the bottom one time Now mama son shine Like the mother fucking blinds when they open Ashes to Ashes, pray death kiss my opponent Had scars on my fist when I rose it Armed with intent to provoke and a motive Not be nutrition for vultures Armor too thick for the poking Think 'fore you 'proach me, bitch [Verse 2] It's 6 in the morning You live 'round the corner It's hard in the city, I'm falling, I'm sickened The piggy's approaching, clicking the cuffs on the poultry Chickens get split and get sold Live or you don’t Do what you do for your family but most, handle yourself Know your daddy got goals Be a man and just focus Get you a plan and you get your shit split like divorce Only throw hands when you stuck in a jam And they force it, we can't afford no more losses When your mind run cut the faucet, cuz 6 in the morning The piggy approaching Your window half open He reach in and choke you The world keep on spinning We fish in the toilet It get difficult not to get hopeless It get difficult, it get difficult

[Verse] Fresh out the belly of the island into the heart of the city T and them just hit the road, I had Sage and Nak and 'em with me I thought the fauna was pretty so I approached her (I did) My first apartment was really covered with roaches Cause niggas was really smoking Gotta say that as of late I been busy with business mostly Got a tape? Catch a wave, now you in the industry ocean Missing out on your boat I been figuring out my own fish, home gets distant We working, I'm on the road again Cold and the spirits is bursting up out the Trojan, man Fridge full of spirits in the crib, mirror, mirror Let me hear why the niggas that's the peers see and hear us Then mimic the fucking motions, man Keep the circle close, let them niggas front in the cul-de-sacs Friendly with the chosen, the rest is getting the poker hand Face-drinking smoker, it help me duck when emotion jab Fame is the culprit who give me drugs without owing cash Sipping 'til I melt Devil trying me, I'm dodging, falling victim to myself Middle finger to the help When it's problems, I don't holler, rather fix 'em on myself When it's looking like it's quiet for you, this the shit to yell This the shit, right, yup, keep your chin high up Cause when she ain't fucking with you then her friend might Let you get up inside, yup, let this shit ride, yup You don't get it rocking like we do on this side, nigga

[Verse 1: Delusional Thomas] And he's still so delusional, stooping low as burials at funerals Fuck the fame, dropped an album, dipped with the recoupables My hoodie up, hide my face, cause I ain't good enough My bitch stay my bitch, so don't look, she keep that pussy tucked Now things are looking up, recommend the mescaline Digest in your intestines with intentions of ascension up Heavens no, my head is hot cause hell is cold The bitch I'm smashing into fashion But I know the devil wear a leopard coat Back when Johnny Carson was dicking down Dolly Parton Bang your pardon this my third life, I'm parking on the turnpikes Searching for the circus lights These demons never worked for Christ Ain't fucking with no churches, we was all about that murder life Samurai, murk you like you sure I'm nice Syrup turn to purple Sprite, confirm the shit that we already know Sick of politicking, as they talking, trying not to listen [Hook] I'm a real young goon, real young goon I'm a real young goon, real young goon I'm a real young goon, real young goon I'm a real young goon [Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt] It's the blackest piece of trash they done seen in a RV park So holla at your guala if ever you feel your weed sparse, nigga Salty to tee off with us, just know that T brought villain My nigga we all itching to see you dropped And I don't wanna chop it up, I never front like I'm the nicest Fame fazed him not the slightest, aim stainless at your iris Take paper out your pocket, just as sure as Toyo tires round That fucking little schisty clown is back in full effect Little teeny tiny Sweat, he biting bitches by the neck Got my fucking dick as long as lists of shit I should regret I'm just a little bit depressed that's why the winter fit him best I guess I'm biased to the cold, I mix the Ritalin and sess Because I like the highs and lows and I also like the checks That I'm siphoning from shows, bitch and triple six the set (Six-six-six the set) run it back, tight as Corey Duffel pants Doing niggas dirty as the motherfucking plunging cap My main and my ex screaming like it's a habit I move immune in between 'em because I'm diplomatic Catch me in your city passive, cleaning up my shitty act And bitches say them gritty raps be making up for shit he lacking Sixes and them kitty cats, that got him missing Jerry's Thomas Burpin' words that's hotter than the pocket where he carry chronic Very awesome so spare the comments, I'm bi-coastal Paid and chugging forties you niggas can keep your wine toasted Noon high, no moving in that fine dutty wine motion Loaded, tell a cop to suck a dick with my fly open, nigga [Interlude] I got candy for niggas I got panties for niggas What's good? Uh, yeah Holla at me 2013 shit, y'gnaw'mean? Bought a nigga a purse, I don't give a fuck What? Bitch Yeah, uh, bitch [Verse 3: Bill] Look, fuck these writtens, I don't watch 106 and Park I skate through the park in my 106's Smoke blunts in the dark with some porno bitches You just see the spark in the blunts like I'm porno flicking Got the hormones tripping, I'm more so dripping Daily Bread's tatted on the chest of my torso And it's never gonna fade unlike my eyes So I go trip like Psilocybin, eyes wider than Ohio I'm going global, what you ain't a local? Going postal if you think we won't go Through what you own, dude Watch the throne motherfucker, cause we molded you Older school Most Dope soldier I got the pro with tools Me and Clockwork get it in like we're supposed to Just don't act like you know us When you see us getting over views You're older news, I choose to move over you I watch like a boulder, now I'm colder than a frozen you You don't know where we're going so just hold the news I never got over fake rappers and the overview I'm not a rapper, I'm just scolding you So go home, we folded you, like wallets, I'm just holding you

[Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt & Mac Miller] I don't want this to come between us But right now I look the worst that you probably seen me The come down worse than the high, Momma, believe me Look at you And that's true You got some problems to deal with and that's you Look at you I can't even talk, I ain't meanin' to act rude It's just I'm just kinda hot and it's easy to catch (yeah) I'mma leave it at that (yeah) And that's— [Verse 1: Mac Miller] Yeah, me's tryna tell you somethin' But a feelin' like this has no words, so I keep on wastin' time and ever since my angel died The halo shine is rusted (whoa) I say I'm fine, I'm frontin' Every day I just been blunted Mind is cloudy as my judgement (shit) You know I'm cut from the same cloth that they use for Kevlar Ain't sober much, I've been faded off and I don't remember I'm going up like my name was God Who the fuck are you saying I'm not? My thoughts are heavy, weighing down my brain with pressure (I can't take it) I'm pickin' up the roaches out the ashtray (that's true) Ain't fuckin' with the hoes that's in the rap game (that's true) There's somethin' different about me Ever since I whipped the Audi Smellin' like it's the shit around me Feelin' like the Big Lebowski (I'm that dude) Sick of showin' sad faces I was hidden in the bat cave where the bitches came in nightly Keepin' it as spicy as my last name (Mr. McCormick) I bet a million dollars, show you who your friends are (friends are) I don't need respect, just show me where the checks are (checks are) The game is full of clones, you stick out like a red Ferrari Fix your problems, swipin' my American Express card (cha-ching!) You tell me I'm arrogant, I say that I'm certain I talk to my therapist, it ain't really workin' I can't tell if I'm just crazy or a genius You my weaknesses, becoming inconvenient, broken pieces [Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt & Mac Miller] I don't want this to come between us But right now I look the worst that you probably seen me The come down worse than the high, Momma, believe me Look at you! And that's true Look at you! You got some problems to deal with and that's you Look at you! I can't even talk, I ain't meanin' to act rude It's just I'm just kinda hot and it's easy to catch (look!) I'mma leave it at that

[Verse] Give it till I can't give, I lend a hand if it's needed But these stabs got me bleeding out my back kid Uh, keep it on the fumble we could sack shit Hat trick, we considered Mulligan's for that shit The proof is in the pudding and the pamphlets The sewer and the mattress Stupid nigga you can get it, get it Only thing certain was the taxes Burn me when the journey end, clergymen turn me into ashes I move surgically, with new sermons for the masses We too purposed for the scraps What the verdict read? It's that courtesy of shit circumstances The earth is my turf, but the hearse like a magnet I be outside in some handcuffs, might be outside in the dirt, uh Gentrifiers got the turf getting hacked up Late nights thinking 'bout who lied to me first Graveyard energy, tied to the job based off principle My inner jit grinning, but my face all twisted It's the artist at work Greyhound tickets and some haze on my missus Know it make no sense, I keep my heart on my shirt When the rainstorm vicious, spend the day blowing, drinking Tryna harvest the hurt, but it make no difference