[Intro: Vince Staples]
"What's up, n***a? Why you so depressed and sad all the time like a little b**h? What's the problem, man? n***as want to hear you rap. Don't nobody care about how you feel, we want raps, n***a."
[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
My grandma's pa**ing
But I'm too busy tryna get this f**in' album cracking to see her
So I apologize in advance if anything should happen (Cut that b**h off)
And my priorities f**ed up, I know it, I'm afraid I'm going to blow it
And when them expectations raising because daddy was a poet, right?
Talk all you want, I'm taking no advice, n***a
I'm 'bout to relish in this anguish, and I'm stressing over payment
So don't tell me that I made it, only relatively famous
In the midst of a tornado, misfitted, I'm Clark Gable
I'm not stable, abrasive as f** and they all
Pay me, I'm chuckling cross-faded in public
Heart racing 'til blunt is lit like, "He don't give a f** again, right?"
[Interlude: Earl Sweatshirt]
"Hey Thebe, n***a, what's up n***a? I heard you back, I need them raps, n***a. I need the verse, I don't care about what you going through or what you gotta do n***a, I need bars, sixteen of 'em."
[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
I don't f** with too much of y'all's sh**
Judging by the pants and the mall grip
Gully, in the vans with the dark tints
I'm a start-sh** type n***a
Night life living
Riding in the Jeep, I'mma side-swipe n***as
What's your life like? That's alright n***a
Hammer in the left ready when the price isn't
Right got the whip and I ain't got the license for it
And Jill got me living like my life is golden
Sitting on the sofa feeling high and dormant
If we could smoke another while the mic records it
The nicest doin' it, who the f** you staring at?
Acting like you've never seen a tooth that's carat-capped
Bars hotter than the blocks where we be at
Stuntin' these n***as gon' flop like Divac
See that n***a? And for the time being
I'mma be that n***a, believe that n***a
You see that n***a? And for the time being
I'mma be that n***a, believe that, n***a