Mick Jenkins - Earl Sweatshirt Type Beat lyrics

[Intro] Uh I still f** with type beats off- (Let that sh** breathe right there man) (I want people to think about that sh** for a second) (Mick Jenkins, give that man a round of applause) [Verse] I still f** with type beats off YouTube Like f** the who's who Of the producers that you used to May think I'm loco Every L just start a lesson, that's blessings by the bookoo Common sense just not that common, cop the Gucci Coco Common projects from the projects to that luxury lame sh** Just a fancy high rise man, its really the same sh** I'm ducked off the pills and speaking Spanglish We don't wave no banners star spangled, there's too much anguish In recent history, no mystery here Bring the froggy feelings, f** a foggy memory I'm meant to be clear, as crystal Even my momma copped a pistol I need the shotty, through your body Like a chill, we don't know no chill Uppercuts to your grill on my George Foreman Animals with me like I'm George Orwell You been forewarned boy, I'm brainstorming I'm up late, no James Quarter, no camcorders They never see you when you work this hard They always see you, you don't work enough I play my cards, let you work the bluff I (?) the curtains up The show is live These sad boys got y'all perkin' up I'm getting sicker can't you see me coughin' verses up Only a few games until my crew gain Six figures in a hole, I was Saddam Hussein This time last year back in the black And know I stack, rinse, and repeat Ain't missed a beat Huh Might miss a few mills to cook up a beat You know how it be