Hive

[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 fuckin' flow that's-s so belittles, man

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

Admittin' the shit spitted, just burn like six furnaces

Writ, it affixed, learnin' them digits and simultaneously

Dispellin' one-trick-pony myths, isn't he?

One adolescent, fuckin' six-nigga energy

And crawlin' down 'fax like a rich nigga centipede

Crack ceramic and slap a hand out of cash account

Stamp and shoutin', thrashin', 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 rooftop, Bronson

Whippin' hoopties, tryna boost raw chronic

Brutus in that booth, double scoop, hock, vomit up

Subrocin' thud, knockin' niggas teeth-loose

Bruh, I don't fuck with no cop – rollin' with that flow swamp

Catch me over stove top – rappin' to that coke rock

Passionless in old Jive clothin', with them doors wide open

Dim the floor lights, focused like it's nothin', 'cause it's nothin', bitch

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]

From a city that's recession-hit

Stress niggas could flex metal with peddle to rake pennies in

Desolate testaments, tryin' to stay Jekyll-ish

But most niggas Hyde, and Brenda just stay pregnant

Breakin' 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 fuckin' sky that you prayin' to

So here I sit, eye in the pyramid

God spit it like it's truth serum in that beer and then

*blow* – disappear again, reappear bearded

On top of a Lear, steerin' it into the kid's ear again

Provider of the backdrop music

For the crack rock user and the mascot, Earl

Rawer than a skinned knee cap on a blacktop

Salivary glands, lighter fluid for the matchbox

Strikin' – wait, wait, who the fuck you badder than?

Boy, oh boy, I'm bad as burnt – pollo off the grill and shit

Spitter of the Little Nick, nimble, rickrollin'

Bitch niggas pick litter, piff-blower, plus I pillage shit

[Hook: Casey Veggies & Earl Sweatshirt]

'87 rooftop, Bronson

Whippin' hoopties, tryna boost raw chronic

Brutus in that booth, double scoop, hock, vomit up

Subrocin' thud, knockin' niggas teeth-loose

Bruh, I don't fuck with no cop – rollin' with that flow swamp

Catch me over stove top – rappin' to that coke rock

Passionless in old Jive clothin', with them doors wide open

Dim the floor lights, focused like it's nothin', 'cause it's nothin', bitch

[Verse 3: Vince Staples]

Quit with all that tough talk

Bro, 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

Sellin' thizz, couldn't tell 'em what the recipe is

Got 'em wishin' that they never gave these weapons to kids

Cheers, send chills up spines of fat bitches

After shows throwin' out sandwiches

Niggas get it how they live and I live for money

Other words, I'm gettin' money

Lil Boy told me when it's time to ride, they'll send up for me

Ain't nobody scarin' 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've had 'em walkin' 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 seein'

Kitten soft but in they songs be trappin' hard as Jeezy

I don't believe it, but to each his own

I ain't trippin' long 'cause 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 of police armed

Raised where the beasts are, north of the Beach

A couple streets past Baby J, bony niggas sprayin' K's

Ruger with the pork face, Jewish for the court case

Here to save you niggas from the sorbet, Coldchain

[Outro: Casey Veggies]

Like it's nothin', 'cause it's nothin', bitch

• Artist:Earl Sweatshirt
• Album:Doris