Lyrics

[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt] Intercepting a fifth of whisky and necking it 'til I'm dizzy I never was defenseless, I never hugged the fence I pick a side and trust in it, stomach full of drugs and shit My niggas on some other, Cleanse Sunday, binge Monday Then another six days, back to Sunday when it's done again (Shit) And the pants better be creased on my corpse If you need that, run until the streetlights off Back got bigger, got the team strapped on And you thought it was magic, but that's just the difference Nigga, my team is magicians We think of the shit that we want then we get it Look, I got hoes in my britches Big-up Dill and Britches, full part coming soon Thought you knew this, my nigga It's crackin' like french tips Just checking and balancing Checks and the salaries testing my friendships 'Cause niggas get sour of this Rap shit got the best of me I threw the rest off the balcony Shout out Da$H and RetcHy I know your bitch check for me, so much for chivalry So long to every bitch tryna get intimate I'm in my twenties now Feet aimed at the jaws of the running mouth Disdain for the law since a fucking child Spotlights on me, I ain't stopping in my tracks We taking it all, then we running out Threw shade in the past, but you love me now, huh? Put your face in your palm when I come around you Tell Mama get a gun if I get too popular I'm just being honest with her Tell her stop whining, it ain't no more problems I'm the best out of all these niggas Watch your tone when you speaking (Yeah) Ain't no home for the weak And no rest for your ass if I know that you're sleeping I'm here and I'm there and I'm up and I'm down And I'm low and I'm peaking (Yup) It's cold in the deep end (Yup) (I'm low and I'm creeping) [Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt] Bitch nigga, we the train, if you see 'em wave Ain't no bitch in my DNA Bitch nigga, we the train, if you see 'em wave Ain't no bitch in my DNA [Verse 2: Na'kel Smith] Hunnid blunts, niggas change, that's my day to day Niggas tryna ride my train like they fucking strays My bro left today, fuck Hot sauce in my cup of noodles; you taught me that I ain't seen you in some years And this news right here almost made me have a heart attack Your mama heart intact We just spoke, I couldn't stomach that I'm going to London on the first I'm bringing you something back A house on the hill with a big-ass grill Where we could have a boxing match Japan, Australia, I know you'd be proud of that I got a couple bitches now, I ain't gotta lie 'bout that I know you in a better place, I can't even cry about that When I look into the clouds, I know you look down on me Right next to grandmammy And the rest of the ones who wanna see me happy (See me happy) (See me happy...)