[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
Promise Heron I'll put my fist up after I get my dick sucked
Quick buck, maybe a gold chain

With that $#&@ing flow that s-s-so belittles men
They tentatively tend to turn and go when I am finished
Stone cold, hardly $#&@ing with these ^!$$%s, ^!$$% listen

The description doesn't fit, if not a synonym of menace, then forget it
In turn, these critics and interns
Admitting the %#@! spitted just burn like six furnaces

Writ, it affixed learning them digits, and simultaneously
Dispelling one-trick-pony myths, isn't he?
One adolescent, $#&@ing six-^!$$% energy

And crawling down fax like a rich ^!$$% centipede
Crack ceramic and slap a hand out of cash account
Stamp and shouting, thrashing, these ^!$$%s done let the Kraken out

Crack-a-lackin', like snap, crackle, poppin' your ammo off
Hide your face, and throw your flannels off, Sweatshirt, ^!$$%


[Hook]
'87 roof top, Bronson
Whipping hoopties tryna boost raw chronic

(Brutus in that booth, double scoop, hot vomit up)
(Sub rocking, thud knocking ^!$$%s teeth loose)
Bruh, I don't $#&@ with no cop

(Rolling with that flow swamp)
Catch me over stove top
(Rapping to that !@%!e rock)

(Passionless in old Jive clothing
With them doors wide open)
(Dim the floor lights, focused)

Like it's nothing, cause it's nothing, (*##$

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]

From a city that's recession-hit
With stress ^!$$%s could flex metal with, peddle to rake pennies in
Desolate testaments trying to stay Jekyll-ish

But most ^!$$%s Hyde, and Brenda just stay pregnant
Breaking news: death's less important when the Lakers lose
It's lead in that baby food, heads try to make it through

Fish-netted legs for them eyes that she cater to
Ride dirty as the $#&@ing sky that you praying to
So here I sit, eye in the pyramid

God spit it like it's truth serum in that beer and then
Disappear again, reappear bearded
On top of a lear, steering it into the kids' ear again

Provider of the backdrop music
For the crack rock user and the mascot, Earl
Rawer than the skinned knee cap on the blacktop

Salivary glands, lighter fluid for the matchbox
Striking, wait, wait, who the $#&@ you badder than?
Boy, oh boy, I'm bad as burnt pollo off the grill and %#@!

Spitter of the Little Nick, nimble, rickrolling
(*##$ ^!$$%s pick litter, piff-blower, plus I pillage %#@!


[Hook]

[Verse 3: Vince Staples]

Quit with all that tough talk, bruh, we know you ^!$$%s ain't about %#@!
Come around, we gun 'em down, bodies piled, Auschwitz
Bulletproof outfits, weapons concealed

I'm ready to kill, so test it, all my weapons is real
Selling thizz, couldn't tell him what the recipe is
Got 'em wishing that they never gave these weapons to kids, cheers

Send chills up spines of fat (*##$es after
Shows throwing out sandwiches, ^!$$%s get it how they
Live and I live for money, other words, I'm getting money

Little boy told me when it's time to ride, they'll send them for me
Ain't nobody scaring me, ^!$$%s ain't prepared for heat
Tools hit like pool sticks, the way I cue %#@!

If this was '88, I would have signed to Ruthless
Nine-four, would've had them walking down Death Row
First is when the best go, hate is what the rest do

Voice inside my head told me, "Wet 'em if they test you"
So it's Raging Waters season
That yomper big as Larry Johnson, leave your momma seedless

Everybody hard until it's only God they seeing
Kittens soft but in they songs be trapping hard as Jeezy, I don't believe it
But to each his own, I ain't tripping long as I can reach the chrome
Heat your home like Southern California Gas, police pass
Tell 'em "Free Smalls," off Palm with the heat drawn

Strapped up long as the chief for police armed
Raised where the beasts are, north of the Beach
A couple streets past Baby J, bony ^!$$%s spraying Ks
Ruger with the pork face, Jewish for the court case
Here to save you ^!$$%s from the sorbet, Coldchain


[Outro]
Like it's nothing, cause it's nothing, (*##$