Earl Sweatshirt — Meal Ticket

[Verse] Look, it's all pen, it's all for real niggas It's gone in a song, it's still with us It feel different My heart and my will in it Bars ain't my only meal ticket Regardless, I'm in a field, nigga It's all pen, it's all- I twist the spliff with both hands Bitches heard about a nigga, so they hollering for mo' And getting with the program I think i feel my body getting cold and I ain't bring a clothe' I'm walking like an old man And look at all the shit I do to cope with shit I do the most when I get on the ropes and Still think I'm 'bout to hit the dope man My nigga if I'm walking talking 'bout four grams You gon' have me walking with whole bags This bitch is center on a coast tan Bucket swerved and stopping for no man We back in service, pack your shit up Taxidermy rapping niggas for fun My past determined what's finna come My nigga skip the sermon, pass me the blunt I knew the verdict 'fore the gavel went up I know i judged you early back at the jump [Outro] Ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy