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- [Intro: Vince Staples]
- I feel like the Tom Sawyer for real niggas
- Looking for a problem, revolver under the Hilfiger
- No bluff needed, we will kill niggas
- So try me if you want, bruh, I promise I'm with all of that
- Late night shooters, got 'em thinking Johnny Carson back
- Trying to win this white man game with my heart intact
- All off a dollar and a dream that I really had
- Kind of hard to sleep when your thoughts is in the streets
- North north is the side where my family stay
- Big Baby Jesus, I can't wait
- Until the money coming in, spend it all on guns and rims
- I ain't nothing but a nigga, ain't no reason to pretend
- [Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
- Kept the sticky in the Stussy pouch
- Ski mask, bloody 'Preme hoodie tossing doobies out
- The window of the hoopty, night black as Paul
- Mooney at the movies but the moon was out
- Food was always optional
- Eating nothing but hard punches to that abdominal
- Closed fist chronicles, sold sniff, Momma knew
- Baggies laying 'round, peanut shells at a carnival
- Stomping clowns, welcome pussy niggas to the romper room
- Buckshot'll cover a whole torso like a parka do
- In a park at 2, plotting, trying to garner loot
- Split it with his big roll dog, call him Marmaduke
- Searching for a shard of truth and found uh
- Couple bucks bought his cousins lunch
- Another Dutch, stiff collar on the button-up
- Hood, rich, wild, and 'bout to run amok
- Road to Hell paved with cement, covered trussled drugs, toughen up
- [Hook 2x]
- "Alright, okay.
- If that's how you truly feel about it, then."
- [Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
- Vinny Stape, they stupid, think the city safe
- Until that little bindi placed, headshots, red dot
- Block as hot as Denny plates, fed watch, Fed watch
- Opinions only pity based, deep in the Civic with the
- Evilest niggas this side of the Mississippi
- All courtesy of Vincent from niggas who plot against
- Ear-L-double-S, hear shells from the Tec
- Hear in full-effect, eat a dick and cut a check, bitch
- Few niggas I'm on a first-name basis with
- Address me by the alias, that trunk weighted like he
- 'Bout to catch a case again, eighths louder than the voice of
- Satan that be plaguing him, bruh, I'm caking
- Whether Hell or bad weather, high water, I'm a sailor-type
- Assailant for the paper, living like I met the maker twice
- Hit it 'til I'm faded right? Mami, take a hike
- Or treat it like you fucking shaking dice, bitch
- [Hook 2x]
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