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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Earl Sweatshirt
Earl Sweatshirt
Lead Vocals
Black Noi$e
Black Noi$e
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Mansel
Robert Mansel
Songwriter
Thebe Kgositsile
Thebe Kgositsile
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Harrison Holmes
Harrison Holmes
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Young Guru
Young Guru
Mixing Engineer
Black Noi$e
Black Noi$e
Producer

Lyrics

Huh I'ma need a bigger bag for the cohort Tryna make a millionaire out of slum dogs Bet that, head crack, blunt force Cozy with the east Africans up north Where seven make a three, turn a ten by law Crescent moon wink, when I blinked, it was gone Left the crib, smacked, no sheath on the sword Made it by the skin of my teeth, thank God '03, momma rockin' Liz Claiborne Had her stressin' up the wall playin' Mary J. songs Rainy day came, couldn't rinse the stains off Long way to go, we already came far Story stayed the same, it was never made up Threw me loose change, look at what I made of it When the mood change I'ma poker face 'em It's a new day, who got all the aces? Who be foldin' late? Who know when to play dead? Who sit up straight when the roof caved in? Had a full plate, you ain't wanna split it Tell it to you straight, you ain't wanna listen Cup runneth over the brim Bust open, there's no closin' the lid Drum roll, here go my lil' entrance Gung ho, I'm the one that go get it Five O's on me like the Olympics Pure gold, somethin' told me don't mix it Caught a feelin', momma had me out temptin' Not religious, we was really out Philly Livin' on the fly tryna wing it We got us a fire to rekindle Redirect the fight where it's meant for Triumph over plight and immense loss Ride alone at night, I get clear thoughts Caught a couple slights and I veered off Saw another height, had my ears poppin' Walked outside, it was still gorgeous Sharp incisors reveal slowly In a dark inside, we was real hungry On a seven of the five, we was real hungry Uh, niggas still drummin' Foot shook ground when I stepped on it Didn't look back when I broke soil 'Cause every time I did, it would hurt more In a dark inside, we was real hungry On a seven of the five, we was real hungry And I didn't look back when I broke soil 'Cause every time I did, it would hurt more Alright Yessir, this nigga spittin' Damn, nigga
Writer(s): Thebe Kgositsile, Robert Mansel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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