[Verse: Earl Sweatshirt as "Blue Blood"]
The old lady dancing with the blue devil
Eastside swim club, it's the new ghetto
I ain't hating though
I swing low, go past subterranean
My weed man hit me up, new geraniums
A whole locker full of chips, gotta break 'em in
Chips, gotta break em in, aye
Aye, took Williams to 10th then I made a right, right?
Smoke a joint, I'm at home playing Half-Life
Hit the high score then I'll prolly act right, right?
Tell the haters that they gotta get my stacks right
Got my skin glowing in the black light
They all said you was crazy when you rap tight
I throw the thumbs up, and they act right
They said it's no pictures in the trap right?
But I'm a trap-star in my real life
Gotta put it in a place they don't look once
How you know? I read it in a book once
Swing down, Midtown, I was on punts
Bistros keep going, I don't speak fronts
Throw the powder in the wash on my team bubble
You out of order, you think that I was being subtle
Coming at you 3 deep so they gotta watch
Matinee in the day, check my pocket watch
It's no lies, and I can't front
I seen it in a movie once
Robocop on the street with a Uzi once