Earl Sweatshirt - Hive lyrics

Promise I 'aint run, I put my fist up after I get my dick s** And quick bu*t maybe a gold chain With that f**ing flattest, this is sober a couples men They tenderly, tinier turning go and I 'aint finish all Hardly f**ing with these n***a's, n***a listen The description doesn't fit if not a sin in a minute Don't forget it, in turn, these critics in turn It's been in this sh**, spilling, just burning like six foresees Ready to fix, learn in digest, it's spontaneous like Dispelling one trick only miss isn't he? Wanna have a lessons f**ing six n***a Crawling down act like a rich n***a, isn't he? Cracks around because slap ahead never had cash account Stamping shot and crashing this n***as don't let to crack it out Crack and lock and ' Hide you face and through you flannels off, wet shirt n***a sponsored links Eight seven roofs top rising, with these hooked that try to booze wile craning Grooves in that buff double scoop, hot, vomit it up, stop rocking thought Knoking these n***a teeth ...little bro I won't f** with no cops Rolling with that flows one, catch me over stone top Wrapping to that could rock, pa**ions listen old jack Hold 'em those wide open 'em and flow lights Like it's nothing 'cause it's nothing b**h From a city that's recession here Stress n***a can conflex medal with paddle right for ' But most n**s's high and bring 'em and ...to stay ' Braking news, that's less important when a lanker lose It's laded in a baby in that baby food, hands try to make it through Fish never lay 'that she getting through Wired dirty it's the f**ing sky that you painted too So here I see it, I'm in a pyramid God spreading like it's true in that Disappear again, reappear and be on top of the leader Steer at 'em 'the kids arrogates Provided on a bad drop music For the crack, rock music in mascara Ride in the skinny, caught on a black top 'a lot of influence for the match batch stricken By how the f** you bother now? Boy, ooh boy, I'm badest burn' Spinning roof the little n***a, nimble 'rolling b**h n***a's pick, a little pelf, plus I get this sh** Eight seven roofs top rising, with these hooked that try to booze wile craning Grooves in that buff double scoop, hot, vomit it up, stop rocking thought Knoking these n***a teeth ...little bro I won't f** with no cops Rolling with that flows one, catch me over stone top Wrapping to that could rock, pa**ions listen old jack Hold 'em those wide open 'em and flow lights Like it's nothing 'cause it's nothing b**h Bro we know your n***as 'aint about sh** Come around we got him down '. I'm ready to k** so tested all my weapons are real Selling disk, couldn't tell 'em what the recipe is Got a wish and that they never gets weapons to k** 'of fat b**hes at the show all throw out all witches n***a's get that from how they live and I live for money Others words I'm getting money, little boy told me when it's time to ride that's for me 'aitn no body scarred of me, they think n***as 'aint prepare for he Toast it like post sticks the way I push it If this was eight-eight I wouldn't sing a roofless Now sing 'i'm walking down ' When the best go, haters with the ' Voices inside my head told me what they miss, ... '. Every body's hurt 'til they only got what seeking Kicking of but, but it 'aint a song ' I don't believe it but to each and all, I 'aint trip alone 'cause I can reach crowd Hit your home like ' Tell 'em free' '. Here to save you n***a from to '