Earl Sweatshirt - Untitled (Santa Ana at The Observatory) lyrics

What's your motives, ho? I only trust these b**hes ‘bout as far as I can throw ‘em Tryna pay my mama's rent, figured that's just what I owe her I been trouble since I tumbled out that stroller Strolling easy down this narrow path, beefing with your scary a** ‘Preme got my little n***as cheesing off the cherry And n***a that's a great bunch, Papa Swamp is stomping with the skate f**s Heavy-handing tracks until the day the f**ing train comes Raised up, when he ‘bout to speak the truth he ??? Peep the evening news, my n***a, we don't do the same stuff ??? before I'm jogging 'round these bases n***as' b**hes need to change Separated from my main one It's just another day, another n***a's b**h got face f**ed I've been like this since the Motorola RAZR What a ba*tard that baby was, little mad n***a miss his dad, never praying much Right around the same time his grandmama drank a bunch Take the bus, take a n***a's seat like he was paying for me I got this n***a Dash with me, he sippin' on some make-believe I'm only happy when it's static in the air, ‘cause the fair weather's fake to me Living in the scope, hairs crossed like adjacent streets Dare a n***a to think he sweet Never b**hes, funny, boy you berries and you honey for the bears [?] Run a n***a's pockets like some errands, make it hasty Hope the sheriff keep away from me