Earl Sweatshirt - Hive (live) | Текст песни

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• Earl Sweatshirt
• Hive (live)

[Intro: Earl Sweatshirt]
After I get my dick sucked
Quick buck, maybe a gold chain

[Verse: Earl sweatshirt]
With that fucking flow the system so belittles
Bet they tentatively tend to turn and go when I am finished
Stone cold, hardly fucking with these niggas, nigga listen
The description doesn't fit, if not a synonym of menace
Then forget it, in turn these critics are interns
Admitting this shit spit and it just burn like six furnaces
Rent, it'll fix learning them digits and simultaneously
Dispelling "one-trick-pony" myths, isn't he?
One adolescent, fucking six nigga energy
Crawling down 'Fax like a rich nigga centipede
Crack ceramic and slap a hand out of cash account
Stamp and shout, thrashing, these niggas done let the Kraken out
Crack-a-lackin, like snap, crackle, poppin' your ammo off
Hide your face, and throw your flannels off, Sweatshirt, nigga

[Hook: Earl Sweatshirt & Casey Veggies]
'87 roof top rising, whip and
Hoopties drive boost while grinding
Brutus in that booth double scoop, hog, bomb it up, sub rocking
Thud knocking niggas teeth loose, bruh, I don’t fuck with
No cops, rolling with that flow suave, catch me over
Stove top, rapping to that coke rock
Passionless in old Jive clothing wind through doors wide open
Dim the floor, lights focused like it’s nothing, cause it’s nothing, bitch

[Verse: Earl Sweatshirt]
From that city that's recession-hit, where stressed
Niggas could flex better with pedal to rake pennies in
Desolate testaments trying to stay Jekyll-ish
But most niggas Hyde and Brenda just stay pregnant
Breaking news that's less important when the Lakers lose
Land and that bank account, hands try paint your doom
Fish-netted legs for them eyes that she cater to
Ride dirty as the fucking sky that you praying to
So here I sit, eye in the pyramid
Guy spit it like it's truth serum in that beer and then
(Poof) Disappear again, reappear bearded on
Top of a beer steering it into your kid's ear again
I'm provider of the backdrop music for them
Crack rock fuses and the mascot's Earl
Rawer than the skit beat, cap for the black top
Salivary glands lighter fluid for the matchbox
Striking, wait, who the fuck you badder than?
Boy oh boy, I'm bad as burner, boil off the grill and shit
?, simple rick-rolling bitch
Niggas pick litter, piff blowing, plus I kill this shit

[Verse: Vince Staples]
OF on that tough talk, bro, you know you niggas ain't about shit
Come around, we gun 'em down, bodies pound, Auschwitz
Bulletproof outfits, weapons concealed
I'm ready to kill, so test if off my weapons is real
Selling this, tell him what the recipe is
Got 'em wishing that they never gave these weapons to kids, ?
Send chills up spines of fat bitches after
Shows throwing out sandwiches, niggas get it how they
Live and I live for money, other words, I'm getting money
Little boy taught me when it's time to ride, they'll send him for me
Ain't nobody scaring me, niggas ain't prepared for heat
Tools hit like pool sticks, the way I cue shit
If this was '88, I would have signed with Ruthless
'94 would have had them walking down Death Row
First is when the best go, hate is what the rest do
Voice inside my head told me wet 'em if they test you
So it's raging water season, that yomper big as Larry Johnson
Leave your momma seedless, everybody hard
Until it's only God they seeing, kittens softer than they
Songs be trapping hard as Jeezy, I don't believe it
But to each his own, I ain't tripping long as I could reach the chrome