Earl Sweatshirt
Top (solo version)
[Verse 1]
Don't blink, bitch
Real n***as 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
Wit’ smoke irritating my ocular while the pen jets
Plane switch lit as he lane switchin'
High as your praise given wit’ daddies who stayed distant
We stayed in LA, that's hard liquor and fanged women
You skinny, you weight lifting, caged and gained ’tention
See, me, I was raised different
Black elite, beatin' down your block with the bass kickin'
Highway to hell with the tank empty
N***as 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 the night
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 n***a Sagan copped
Schemin’ on a mouth full of gold and some pagan thoughts
Drinkin’, head spinnin' like dreidel top
Keep my eyes open like the gate is on a vacant lot
So I can see these shady n***as 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
Junt still shakin', tell Atiba send a baker box
Plus, ill C1RCA bag, lunch and a bus pass
Tatted half cabs and 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 Amish 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