Earl Sweatshirt — Untitled Santa Ana at The Observatory

What’s your motives, ho? I only trust these bitches ‘bout as far as I can throw ‘em Tryna pay my mama's rent, figured that’s just what I owe her I been trouble since I tumbled out that stroller Strolling easy down this narrow path, beefing with your scary ass ‘Preme got my little niggas cheesing off the cherry And nigga that’s a great bunch, Papa Swamp is stomping with the skate fucks Heavy-handing tracks until the day the fucking train comes Raised up, when he ‘bout to speak the truth he ??? Peep the evening news, my nigga, we don’t do the same stuff ??? before I’m jogging 'round these bases Niggas' bitches need to change Separated from my main one It’s just another day, another nigga's bitch got face fucked I’ve been like this since the Motorola RAZR What a bastard that baby was, little mad nigga miss his dad, never praying much Right around the same time his grandmama drank a bunch Take the bus, take a nigga’s seat like he was paying for me I got this nigga Dash with me, he sippin’ on some make-believe I’m only happy when it’s static in the air, ‘cause the fair weather's fake to me Living in the scope, hairs crossed like adjacent streets Dare a nigga to think he sweet Never bitches, funny, boy you berries and you honey for the bears [?] Run a nigga's pockets like some errands, make it hasty Hope the sheriff keep away from me