Earl Sweatshirt - One Take lyrics

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Earl Sweatshirt - One Take lyrics

[Intro] Young Nino... Come through shining 400 for the free throw You don't wanna fight the boy I got too many hands for you Pastor Troy [Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt] What's the haps n***a Quick hat tips to the pack n***a Ride around chest full of past swishers Eyes red like you took a bad picture b**h a** n***a want no problem Whole clique gully like old ramen Loked, riding on the coastline And then my ho driving with a coke problem So 'bout it, co-pilot No pictures, I won't sign it Old b**h and she know n***as Who know n***as who hold llamas Checks synch, got the gold on 'em Goes throwed it cause the flow timing Fresh to d**h and I blow chronic In SF, so I'm 49ing This is that sh** Cat daddy with a fat b**h Pack navvy with the black tint Nak nasty with the back smith Spit crack, and I'm chapped lips Buck nasty, get smacked quicker Than flash-dancing in black kicks For them racks, thrashing, I'm back b**h like (Swag... swag take three) [Verse 2: Casey Veggies] With my shades on, I'm too fresh The panties, that's Mos Def Earl ain't lost no steps, but your chick run more laps Make her rub my tat, Casey where them flows at Right here n***a, go the game on lock Since you went AWOL, homie all my sh** knock Got awesome raps, light the match Just in fact I should flex the sk**s 8th grade I was skating hills 9th grade I was playing ball 12th grade I was doing deals Graduated now im a star My n***a rockin', might pop a pill But I don't do that, n***a I just chill Keep my mind right, I'm thinking 'mills Thought it out there, give me the chills Take a chick down, do it for the thrills So electric, my pipe ill Right the wheel, I might just k** Life is real Times get cold Ice is hot Get robbed for show, but I let a hater see me I'm riding slow I sold a pound of hope And an ounce of grow What you gonna do when your feet hit the ground? Thought it was a lie, they believing me now The new me OWEE Started grinding in ‘06 Old friends I know change and they don't even do sh** What I'm tryna say it ain't about the fame But I switched up it was gettin'on You ditched us Your girl shows interest She shouldn't be doing that On tour in Canada Never had a manager Peas and Carrots grow from the ground and we planted it Guess young kids is the antidote I'm the illest young n***a in America Flow sick like I had s** with Erykah Badu, Achoo I'm not you, I'm too true I'm a rock star, you too BBC Sweatshirt, that's my boy Sweatshirt Bow down 'till your motherf**in neck hurt [Outro] That was that n***a Tylers line, haha