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[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
Promise Heron I'll put my fist up after I get my [bad word] sucked
Quick buck, maybe a gold chain
With that [bad word] flow that s-s-so belittles men
They tentatively tend to turn and go when I am finished
Stone cold, hardly [bad word] with these niggas, [bad word] listen
The description doesn't fit, if not a synonym of menace, then forget it
In turn, these critics and interns
Admitting the [bad word] spitted just burn like six furnaces
Writ, it affixed learning them digits, and simultaneously
Dispelling one-trick-pony myths, isn't he?
One adolescent, [bad word] six [bad word] energy
And crawling down fax like a rich [bad word] 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, [bad word] 
[Hook]
'87 roof top, Bronson
Whipping hoopties tryna boost raw chronic [bad word] in that booth, double scoop, hot vomit up)
(Sub rocking, thud knocking niggas teeth loose) [bad word]  I don't [bad word] with no cop
(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, [bad word] 
[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
From a 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 [bad word] sky that you praying to
So here I sit, eye in the pyramid
God spit it like it's [bad word] serum in that beer and then
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 blacktop
Salivary glands, lighter fluid for the matchbox
Striking, wait, wait, who the [bad word] you badder than?
Boy, oh boy, I'm bad as burnt pollo off the grill and [bad word] Spitter of the Little Nick, nimble, rickrolling [bad word] niggas pick litter, piff-blower, plus I pillage [bad word] 
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Vince Staples]
Quit with all that tough talk, [bad word]  we know you niggas ain't about [bad [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] If this was '88, I would have signed [bad word] Nine-four, would've 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 Waters 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 t