Featuring: Vince Staples
[Intro]
"Yeah... me? Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm just tryna say somethin' before... I... I... dropped off."


[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
I feel like the Tom Sawyer for real ^!$$%s

Looking for a problem, revolver under the Hilfiger
No bluff needed, we will kill ^!$$%s
So try me if you want, bruh, I promise I'm with all of that

Late night shooters, got 'em thinking Johnny Carson back
Trying to win this white man game with my heart intact
All off a dollar and a dream that I really had

Kind of hard to sleep when your thoughts is in the streets
North north is the side where my family stay
Big Baby Jesus, I can't wait

Until the money coming in, spend it all on guns and rims
I ain't nothing but a ^!$$%, ain't no reason to pretend


[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
Kept the sticky in the Stussy pouch
Ski mask, bloody 'Preme hoodie tossing doobies out

The window of the hoopty, night black as Paul
Mooney at the movies but the moon was out
Food was always optional

Eating nothing but hard punches to that abdominal
Closed fist chronicles, sold sniff, Momma knew
Baggies laying 'round, peanut shells at a carnival

Stomping clowns, welcome #~!!@ ^!$$%s to the romper room
Buckshot'll cover a whole torso like a parka do
In a park at 2, plotting, trying to garner loot

Split it with his big roll dog, call him Marmaduke
Searching for a shard of truth and found uh
Couple bucks bought his cousins lunch

Another Dutch, stiff collar on the button-up
Hood, rich, wild, and 'bout to run amok
Road to Hell paved with cement, covered trussled drugs, toughen up


[Hook]
"Well, alright, okay

If that's how you truly feel about it, then.
Alright, okay
If that's how you truly feel about it, then."


[Verse 3: Earl Sweatshirt]
Vinny Stape, they stupid, think the city safe

Until that little bindi placed, headshots, red dot
Block as hot as Denny plates, fed watch, Fed watch
Opinions only pity based, deep in the Civic with the

Evilest ^!$$%s this side of the Mississippi
All courtesy of Vincent from ^!$$%s who plot against
Ear-L-double-S, hear shells from the Tec

Hear in full-effect, eat a dick and cut a check, (*##$
Few ^!$$%s I'm on a first-name basis with
Address me by the alias, that trunk weighted like he

'Bout to catch a case again, eighths louder than the voice of
Satan that be plaguing him, bruh, I'm caking
Whether Hell or bad weather, high water, I'm a sailor-type

Assailant for the paper, living like I met the maker twice
Hit it 'til I'm faded right? Mami, take a hike
Or treat it like you $#&@ing shaking dice, (*##$


[Hook 2x]