[Intro]
Young Nino...
Come through shining
400 for the free throw
You don't wanna fight the boy
I got too many hands for you
Pastor Troy
[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
What's the haps n***a
Quick hat tips to the pack n***a
Ride around chest full of past swishers
Eyes red like you took a bad picture
b**h a** n***a want no problem
Whole clique gully like old ramen
Loked, riding on the coastline
And then my ho driving with a coke problem
So 'bout it, co-pilot
No pictures, I won't sign it
Old b**h and she know n***as
Who know n***as who hold llamas
Checks synch, got the gold on 'em
Goes throwed it cause the flow timing
Fresh to d**h and I blow chronic
In SF, so I'm 49ing
This is that sh**
Cat daddy with a fat b**h
Pack navvy with the black tint
Nak nasty with the back smith
Spit crack, and I'm chapped lips
Buck nasty, get smacked quicker
Than flash-dancing in black kicks
For them racks, thrashing, I'm back b**h like
(Swag... swag take three)
[Verse 2: Casey Veggies]
With my shades on, I'm too fresh
The panties, that's Mos Def
Earl ain't lost no steps, but your chick run more laps
Make her rub my tat, Casey where them flows at
Right here n***a, go the game on lock
Since you went AWOL, homie all my sh** knock
Got awesome raps, light the match
Just in fact I should flex the sk**s
8th grade I was skating hills
9th grade I was playing ball
12th grade I was doing deals
Graduated now im a star
My n***a rockin', might pop a pill
But I don't do that, n***a I just chill
Keep my mind right, I'm thinking 'mills
Thought it out there, give me the chills
Take a chick down, do it for the thrills
So electric, my pipe ill
Right the wheel, I might just k**
Life is real
Times get cold
Ice is hot
Get robbed for show, but I let a hater see me I'm riding slow
I sold a pound of hope
And an ounce of grow
What you gonna do when your feet hit the ground?
Thought it was a lie, they believing me now
The new me OWEE
Started grinding in ‘06
Old friends I know change and they don't even do sh**
What I'm tryna say it ain't about the fame
But I switched up it was gettin'on
You ditched us
Your girl shows interest
She shouldn't be doing that
On tour in Canada
Never had a manager
Peas and Carrots grow from the ground and we planted it
Guess young kids is the antidote
I'm the illest young n***a in America
Flow sick like I had s** with Erykah
Badu, Achoo
I'm not you, I'm too true
I'm a rock star, you too
BBC Sweatshirt, that's my boy Sweatshirt
Bow down 'till your motherf**in neck hurt
[Outro]
That was that n***a Tylers line, haha