Photographic Memories (feat. Earl Sweatshirt)

Concrete

If I see or hear

Yeah, where we at?

If I see you first

Let's get it, what else?

King of the oven mitt, know we run this bitch

A glutton for punishment, keep a submachine gun with a hundred clip

Volatile, don't want no problemo with a problem child

Ain't cop that shit for months, can't come around, **** not allowed

Cashin' in, always gritted it out, never had a Benz

Askin' God, "If this was my last resort, how is that a sin?" (There is no sin)

'Cause if a **** would've went with his first mind

Premeditated, out of all these killers, we the worst kind

Born convicted, brave heart, same armored defenses

Wraith parked in the trenches, same park, on them benches

With ARs and extendeds, sat at the table with spics

He changed the label on my shit, that's trademark infringement

Never forget a face, photographic memory

First time I met Jay was at Novo with Black and Emory

Run my hood, so this shit proceed my reputation

You already know what's understood, don't need no explanation

Where we at with it?

I never forget a face

You can picture it (Ugh)

**** winnin' Grammys now, five-star livin'

On the 5 South, jammin' out, Heisman magic

Stickin' out an arm and they standin' down

Cram it in, stamp and send the package out, Jackson-style

Something wicked inbound, fast

Wind whippin' up disasters in the distant clouds

Hit the basement, the moon full at its roundest

Wolves howlin', cleared up a couple counts

New Challenger growl, blues from the interstate

Sorrowfulness and rule, futile debates

The brook blew the game, never knew it was a place

Pourin' grapes on the dates etched on the headstones over the grave

In any case, if I seem distant and reserved, then give me space

Heavy pinch of herb send me on my way

Head of the herd, making sure everyone got a plate

Left here disturbed with a look on my face

Bet, my spirit spur when I try to wake

I got on with no delay, gotta play from lessons learned

Got burned when my welcome got overstayed

I hold a old and faithful, I know the aim

And I know it say somethin' 'bout "know your neighbor"

What happened to that old saying? (Yeah, boy)

Broke generational curses with my cursive (Yup)

I understand the game and I know all of the inner workings (I do)

The pain run deep, you only see what it is on the surface

My bitch in there squeaky-clean, but the work was sittin' in her cervix (Boofed it)

For all the dirt, we might need detergent for cleanin' purpose

Bloody money in the machine circlin', the precursor

You might've even heard my sneakers chirpin' like Peewee Kirkland

Gotta watch where you keep them birds 'cause them people lurkin' (Watch)

Feet first, I jump in the deepest current, I'm keepin' it current

Let off a hundred clip reoccurrin' and let 'em clean up your urine (Brr)

Whip the steering wheel of the Urus, you malnourished (Stop)

All this chicken, **** came down with salmonella (Woo)

Screw the compressor on the TEC, it ain't make a sound like a Tesla

This shit was loud as a whisper (Shh), the stick spin you round like a twister

Your wig was messed up, plug you out like a cigarette butt right out the Fisker

Marci