Earl Sweatshirt — Top

Solo [Verse 1] Don't blink, bitch Real niggas on the brink of extinction Livin' like he on a mothafuckin' hit list Gunnin' for your bitch next, finnin' off a pissed ex Declining your lips stretched Mr. Anonymous probably sent your clique threats Fist full of dollars, that collar sit on his thin neck And most imitate me, I'm popular, so I trend set The smoke irritating my ocular while the pen jets Plane switch lit as these lane switchin' High as your praise given and daddies who stayed distant We stayed in LA, that's hard liquor and fame, women You skinny, you weight lifting, [?] and gain tension See, me, I was raised different Black elite beatin' down your block with the bass kickin' Highway to hell with the tank empty Niggas faces never was pain stricken Even though that heart 'bout as dark as the days endin', remain tinted [Verse 2] Fade to black, grey to white Hungry like I need a motherfuckin' place to stay tonight Out the water screaming "Fuck a satiated appetite" Sweatshirt got the block hotter than some cajun spice 'Bout as hot as bacon pop Steam a couple hundred spliffs my nigga Sagan copped Scheming on a mouth full of gold and some pagan thoughts Drinking, head spinnin' like dreidel top Keep my eyes open like the gate is on a vacant lot So I can see these shady niggas soft as baby apricots Reassert I'm hard as conversation with a racist cop Out the stomach, hit the ground runnin' and I'm stayin' in socks Junk still shakin', tell Lativa send a baker box Plus, ill circa bag, lunch and a bus pass Tatted half cabs in the shadow of a mustache Double cuff kakis and a sale price Huf hat Pushin' down Fax, lookin' dirtier than smudged glass But that was as an ashy sophomore Cashed his first check and finally learned what them pockets for Profit, lock it down, that's word to apartment doors Coke and soda rockin' 'til it's harder than some mommas' chores Ridin' 'round town shotgun in a armored Ford Doin' drive-bys armed with nothing but a sharpened sword Wolf Gang before you ask me what I'm barking for Plus the fuse sorta similar to John Stockton's shorts Featuring Danny Swain [Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt] Don't blink, bitch Real niggas on the brink of extinction Livin' like he on a mothafuckin' hit list Gunnin' for your bitch next, finnin' off a pissed ex Declining your lips stretched Mr. Anonymous probably sent your clique threats Fist full of dollars, that collar sit on his thin neck And most imitate me, I'm popular, so I trend set The smoke irritating my ocular while the pen jets Plane switch lit as these lane switchin' High as your praise given and daddies who stayed distant We stayed in LA, that's hard liquor and fame, women You skinny, you weight lifting, [?] and gain tension See, me, I was raised different Black elite beatin' down your block with the bass kickin' Highway to hell with the tank empty Niggas faces never was pain stricken Even though that heart 'bout as dark as the days endin', remain tinted [Verse 2: Danny!] [Verse 3: Earl Sweatshirt] Fade to black But that was as an ashy sophomore Cashed his first check and finally learned what them pockets for Profit, lock it down, that's word to apartment doors Coke and soda rockin' 'til it's harder than some mommas' chores Ridin' 'round town shotgun in a armored Ford Doin' drive-bys armed with nothing but a sharpened sword Wolf Gang before you ask me what I'm barking for Plus the fuse sorta similar to John Stockton's shorts Featuring Action Bronson (Unreleased) [Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt] -gunnin' for your bitch next, finnin' off a pissed ex Declining your lips stretched- [Verse 2: Action Bronson] -[?] a trio with a scallop That means it's made three ways And nowadays you can't- [Verse 3: Earl Sweatshirt] -tryna buy a Benz with a couple hundred pen strokes