[Produced by RandomBlackDude]
[Intro]
I don't give a f**, n***a
So why'd they evict you, bro?
[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt & (Da$h)]
Feel this cage when that acid fade
Face the same, but your mind has changed
You desire a stable home
I acquire fame at naming hoes
Contemplating ways of getting dome (plotting on my neighbors)
(Asking God for favors, guess he isn't home)
Probably ‘cause that f**ing faith I didn't show
Skippin church, flip the work
Hit the dirt like Tommy Drummond b**h
Grew up in a home that papa wasn't in
Came up off of work that my conscience wasn't in
Either way it goes, a lot is getting hit
And if it wasn't hoes, then it probably was a lick
Got burners on my soul, and my posse on my skin
Sweaty D-A dollar top lotto picks
Promise that I'm not the one to f**ing plot against
Love him, but my father ain't my motherf**ing friend
Trying to figure out how to start a motherf**ing end
Trend dodging, keep a b**h by me
Back roll (Garbage bag full of Xans
Place myself to rap still, n***a, cash is in hand
Packs get vac sealed like the Tin Man
Cardiac still missing, is it past real?
Get it, work make Guinness)
[Hook: Earl Sweatshirt]
Don't know where I'm going, don't know where I been
Never trust these hoes, can't even trust my friends
Tell that b**h to roll up, f**ing with some grown ups
Don't know where I'm going, don't know where I been
Never trust these hoes, can't even trust my friends
Tell that b**h to roll up, f**ing with some grown ups
[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt & (Da$h)]
My mama wonder why it never seem to reach
See my daddy in the way I'm acting
And my facial features
Just trying to put you on, dawg, I came from teachers
Take the plate and clean it, n***a, I'm a dog
Tell her hit or miss me with the f**ing monologue
(Lord, I can't fight it, know I'm tryna brawl
Get a copper hauled off
sh**, I'm the type of n***a that you cop your raw off
Popping hoes off)
Grab the board and these n***as call charge
(Chain switches jerseys like it's all star
Press the OnStar, think it's all lost)