Hemlock Ernst - Streetsweeper lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Samuel T. Herring] Wear my cap in two ways, you're fronting for a backwards crowd Orioles for the win, half a second half a mile Resurrect the ape in men And take their daughters out for beef Dream a circle a sphere, then I paint my masterpiece Half asleep, like Van Gogh on d**h row Just a**holes and elbows, rented Benz, platinum demos Kinship -- there is none, when MCs get down to it Lounge music, that's all these s**ers do: lounge through it Listen now stupid, push your life But you ain't pushing nothing but the pipe On young'ns minds, tell your story So we can see what you're made of I k**ed friends with bags that I gave away, barely Made a penny, but I took away Now my hands and head be white Rusty chevy on blocks, a '52 People think I'm 52 cause the lines in my face a stone wall Gold jaw, couldn't cut these lines with a bonesaw In my life, I'm just tryna follow teachers aim Trynna find knowledge of self, and blow the speakers mane There's more to life than just rhymes money and diamond chains But all I know is lines, money and reefer pains What's your aim? The streetsweeper, I should be deeper