[Produced by RandomBlackDude] [Intro] I don't give a f**, n***a So why'd they evict you, bro? [Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt & Da$h] Feel this cage when that acid fade Face the same, but your mind has changed You desire a stable home I acquire fame at naming hoes Contemplating ways of getting dome (Plotting on my neighbors Asking God for favors, guess he isn't home) Probably ‘cause that f**ing faith I didn't show (Skippin church, flip the work) Hit the dirt like Tommy Drummond b**h Grew up in a home that papa wasn't in Came up off of work that my conscience wasn't in Either way it goes, a lot is getting hit And if it wasn't hoes, then it probably was a lick Got burners on my soul, and my posse on my skin Sweaty D-A dollar top lotto picks Promise that I am not the one to f**ing plot against Love him, but my father ain't my motherf**ing friend Trying to figure out how to start a motherf**ing end Trend dodging, keep a b**h by me, back roll (Garbage bag full of xans Place myself to rap still, n***a Cash is in hand Packs get vac sealed like the Tin Man Cardiac still missing, is it past real? Get it, work make Guinness) [Hook: Earl Sweatshirt] Don't know where I'm going, don't know where I been Never trust these hoes, can't even trust my friends Tell that b**h to roll up, f**ing with some grown ups Don't know where I'm going, don't know where I been Never trust these hoes, can't even trust my friends Tell that b**h to roll up, f**ing with some grown ups [Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt & (Da$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 Dog, 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)