[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