Lyrics

[Intro] I'ma be real here Stop sellin' them phones that's wired to the federal government That's what I'ma tell you Okay, have a good day Nah, fuck a good day, make it a bad day Ayo, my outlaw niggas, twist these niggas [Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt] I'm in it first, my face on the wall We stallin', they go berserk, I know it all They throw sticks and stones and rocks, but they never hurt, I'm so appalled I feel like Uzi Vert, all my friends in the dirt, only with dog My bro and my sister, we makin' it work, on God [Verse 1: MIKE] She know I'm odd, I'm always a problem You know I'm on and off, hydraulic I cannot talk, it's all in your pocket I Milly Rocked when I saw the dеposit Ain't off the top, but it's all off the noggin I'll do you wrong, my dog can vouch I'm not alone, I'm lost without you Trust, I gеt colder along that route Bounce the 'Wood, I smoke about you I never front, I be holdin' it down You envy us when we comin' around Easin' that trauma, smoke in the shower Finna be slumped if you focusin' now I used to front, but I know it's the sour I'm in that club, probably blowin' a thou' Ain't from New York, but I'll show you the town I got some 'za and some drugs that's loud Shoutout to Zaza, I'm pullin' around I worked so hard, I'm enjoyin' it now, yeah I been so nard, I go order a round I heard that probably over the crowd, yeah [Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt] I'm in it first, my face on the wall We stallin', they go berserk, I know it all They throw sticks and stones and rocks, but they never hurt, I'm so appalled I feel like Uzi Vert, all my friends in the dirt, only with dog My bro and my sister, we makin' it work, on God [Verse 2: Tony Shhnow] Yeah, yeah, my trust fucked up, I was fucked up She was for you, but now she for us Diamonds hittin' like a disco ball and she goin' sure 'nough I smoke and sold dope, rollin' Joke's Up, feel the road rush She gon' toe touch like a nail tech, I be hands on Tony tryna stack a couple million dollars, put his mans on Baby girl tryna suck my jeans, I can keep the pants on All my friends dead, feeling unsaid, I expand on She in four days, I need halfway, we on homeboy She gon do Chane'-ne', I'ma do the belt, Louis Vuitton I'm pourin' Don Juan, tatted like a 'migo, told her, ''I'm the one'' One-twelve on the dash, bad month, I make bands just like Sean You watchin' me cause I switch times zones Your temp' get too hot, you get fired on [Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt] We stallin', they go berserk, I know it all They throw sticks and stones and rocks, but they never hurt, I'm so appalled I feel like Uzi Vert, all my friends in the dirt, only with dog My bro and my sister, we makin' it work, on God