[ti:Hive （feat. Vince Staples and Casey Veggies）] [ar:Earl Sweatshirt] [al:Doris] [offset:0] [00:00.00] [00:00.16]Promise Heron I'll put my fist up after I get my dick sucked [00:04.19]Quick buck, maybe a gold chain [00:07.43]With that fucking flow that s-s-so belittles men [00:11.18]They tentatively tend to turn and go when I am finished [00:14.06]Stone cold, hardly fucking with these niggas, nigga listen [00:17.18]The description doesn't fit, if not a synonym of menace, then forget it [00:21.57]In turn, these critics and interns [00:24.07]Admitting the shit spitted just burn like six furnaces [00:25.95]Writ, it affixed learning them digits, and simultaneously [00:30.63]Dispelling one-trick-pony myths, isn't he? [00:34.52]One adolescent, fucking six-nigga energy [00:37.33]And crawling down 'Fax like a rich nigga centipede [00:40.46]Crack ceramic and slap a hand out of cash account [00:44.70]Stamp and shouting, thrashing, these niggas done let the Kraken out [00:47.76]Crack-a-lackin', like snap, crackle, poppin' your ammo off [00:50.57]Hide your face, and throw your flannels off, Sweatshirt, nigga [00:53.82][Hook] [00:54.06]'87 roof top, Bronson [00:56.74]Whipping hoopties tryna boost raw chronic [01:00.49]（Brutus in that booth, double scoop, hot vomit up） [01:02.92]（Sub rocking, thud knocking niggas teeth loose） [01:04.49]Bruh, I don't fuck with no cop [01:07.55]（Rolling with that flow swamp） [01:08.81]Catch me over stove top [01:11.19]（Rapping to that coke rock） [01:13.56]（Passionless in old Jive clothing [01:15.19]With them doors wide open） [01:16.31]（Dim the floor lights, focused） [01:19.07]Like it's nothing, cause it's nothing, bitch [01:21.13][Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt] [01:22.14]From a city that's recession-hit [01:23.14]With stress niggas could flex metal with, peddle to rake pennies in [01:27.38]Desolate testaments trying to stay Jekyll-ish [01:30.32]But most niggas Hyde, and Brenda just stay pregnant [01:34.06]Breaking news: death's less important when the Lakers lose [01:37.63]It's lead in that baby food, heads try to make it through [01:40.94]Fish-netted legs for them eyes that she cater to [01:44.00]Ride dirty as the fucking sky that you praying to [01:47.56]So here I sit, eye in the pyramid [01:51.05]God spit it like it's truth serum in that beer and then [01:54.35]Disappear again, reappear bearded [01:56.79]On top of a lear, steering it into the kids' ear again [02:00.72]Provider of the backdrop music [02:03.59]For the crack rock user and the mascot Earl [02:07.60]Rawer than the skinned knee cap on the blacktop [02:10.02]Salivary glands, lighter fluid for the matchbox [02:14.33]Striking, wait, wait, who the fuck you badder than? [02:18.07]Boy, oh boy, I'm bad as burnt pollo off the grill and shit [02:21.19]Spitter of the Little Nick, nimble, rickrolling [02:22.69]Bitch niggas pick litter, piff-blower, plus I pillage shit [02:25.99][Hook] [02:26.93][Verse 3: Vince Staples] [02:27.74]Quit with all that tough talk, bruh, we know you niggas ain't about shit [02:34.60]Come around, we gun 'em down, bodies piled, Auschwitz [02:37.73]Bulletproof outfits, weapons concealed [02:40.85]I'm ready to kill, so test it, all my weapons is real [02:44.10]Selling thizz, couldn't tell him what the recipe is [02:47.97]Got 'em wishing that they never gave these weapons to kids, cheers [02:51.35]Send chills up spines of fat bitches after [02:52.98]Shows throwing out sandwiches, niggas get it how they [02:54.73]Live and I live for money, other words, I'm getting money [02:56.99]Little boy told me when it’s time to ride, they’ll send up for me [03:01.24]Ain't nobody scaring me, niggas ain't prepared for heat [03:02.29]Tools hit like pool sticks, the way I cue shit [03:04.71]If this was '88, I would have signed to Ruthless [03:09.94]'94, would've had them walking down Death Row [03:12.89]First is when the best go, hate is what the rest do [03:16.82]Voice inside my head told me, "Wet 'em if they test you" [03:20.88]So it's Raging Waters season [03:22.12]That yomper big as Larry Johnson, leave your momma seedless [03:24.37]Everybody hard until it's only God they seeing [03:26.55]Kittens soft but in they songs be trapping hard as Jeezy, I don't believe it [03:27.99]But to each his own, I ain't tripping long as I can reach the chrome [03:31.29]Heat your home like Southern California Gas, police pass [03:31.54]Tell 'em "Free Smalls," off Palm with the heat drawn [03:32.79]Strapped up long as the chief for police armed [03:34.83]Raised where the beasts are, north of the Beach [03:36.82]A couple streets past Baby J, bony niggas spraying Ks [03:39.32]Ruger with the pork face, Jewish for the court case [03:39.64]Here to save you niggas from the sorbet, Coldchain [03:41.31][Outro] [03:41.50]Like it's nothing, cause it's nothing, bitch