Hive feat. Vince Staples & Casey Veggies - Earl Sweatshirt

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(Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt) Promise Heron
I'll put my fist up after I get my dick
sucked Quick buck, maybe a gold chain
With that fucking flow that s-s-so
belittles men 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 and
interns Admitting the shit spit, it just
burn like six furnaces Written to fix
learning them digits and simultaneously
Dispelling "one-trick-pony" myths, isn't
he? One adolescent, fucking six nigga
energy And crawling down 'Fax like a
rich nigga centipede Crack ceramic and
slap a hand out of cash account Stamp
and shouting, 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:
Casey Veggies (Earl Sweatshirt)) '87
roof top rising Whipping hoopties, tryna
boost raw chronic Brutus in that booth,
double scoop, hock vomit up, sub rocking
Thud knocking niggas teeth loose Bruh, I
don't fu*kwith no cops (Rolling with
that flow swamp) Catch me over stove top
(Rapping to that coke rock) (Passionless
in old Jive clothing with them doors
wide open) (Dim the floor lights
focused) Like it's nothing, cause it's
nothing, bitch (Verse 2: Earl
Sweatshirt) From that city that's
recession-hit With stress, niggas could
flex metal with peddle to rake pennies
in Desolate testaments trying to stay
Jekyll-ish But most niggas Hyde and
Brenda just stay pregnant Breaking news:
death's less important when the Lakers
lose It's lead in that baby food, heads
try to make it through 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 God spit it like it's truth
serum in that beer and then (Poof)
Disappear again, reappear bearded on Top
of a lear steering it into the kids' ear
again Provider of the backdrop music For
the crack rock user and the mascot Earl
Rawer than the skinned knee cap on the
black top Salivary glands lighter fluid
for the matchbox Striking, wait, wait,
who the fu*kyou badder than? Boy oh boy,
I'm bad as burnt pollo off the grill and
shit Spitter of the little Nick, nimble,
rickrolling Bitch niggas pick litter,
piff-blower, plus I pillage shit (Hook)
(Verse 3: Vince Staples) Quit with all
that tough talk, bruh, we know you
niggas ain't about shit Come around, we
gun 'em down, bodies piled, Auschwitz
Bulletproof outfits, weapons concealed
I'm ready to kill, so test it, all my
weapons is real Selling thizz, couldn't
tell him what the recipe is Got 'em
wishing that they never gave these
weapons to kids, cheers 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 told me when it's time to ride,
they'll send them 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 to 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
soft but in they songs be trapping hard
as Jeezy, I don't believe it But to each
his own, I ain't tripping long as I can
reach the chrome Heat your home like
Southern California Gas, police pass
Tell 'em free Smalls, off Palm with the
heat drawn Strapped up long as the chief
for police armed Raised where the beasts
are, north of the Beach A couple streets
past Baby Jay, bony niggas spraying Ks
Ruger with the pork face, Jewish for the
court case Here to save you niggas from
the sorbet, Coldchain (Outro:) Like it's
nothing cause it's nothing, bitch Letra
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