P2 (feat. Earl Sweatshirt)

We was kids when we first met, I can't forget

When we met I took a breath, I recollect we took a step

Together, unison, I was a bad boy, a hooligan

Now junior went, I'm full of sin

Speaking poetry to your innocence, dividend indifferent

'Bout deliberate relations cause she know a **** ignorant

Like bull's eye, I grew with the wind

And forget about the shit, pretend like it never happened

Just friends or belligerent enemies sending false energy

To belly feeds to the fire of the pedigree

Life's a bitch in the seventies, to the third degree

And I ain't got a job, but shit it works for me

She love the fact that I live driving on the edge purposely

Money ain't for degree, but it's wort a C

I go blind for that little light of mine

I keep it cited, ma, and I'm a let it shine

Even though we have our own problems and differences

I still fuck with you

Even though we had our own fallouts, we pitchin' fits

I still fuck with you

I was never a motherfucker to want beef

Until you went and put my shit out in the front streets

Yeah, I sold drugs, ****, what heat?

Yeah, I stole shit, sold it in the streets

I'm a go-getter, never jealous of a ****

Gotta stack my money steal another **** figures

I don't need a fucking chain, bitch I'm here to gain that

Bitch, I need a fucking ring, but not for no dame

We all call this here a game cause we in it for the same

In it for the funds, throw a little ones

Listen to the drums smoke inside your lungs

Get a little drunk, got your bitch speaking tongues

Have a little offspring and be able to support it

Know if we was broke, clinic woulda got aborted

Work now play now a **** runnin' offense

Bitch, I'm in Miami and I'm swimmin' with the Dolphins

Even though we have our own problems and differences

I still fuck with you

Even though we had our own fallouts, we pitchin' fits

I still fuck with you

Even though we have our own problems and differences

I still fuck with you

Even though we had our own fallouts, we pitchin' fits

I still fuck with you

I don't like goin' sober to the hospital

Shit only make me nauseous, I'm not with it

So I'm out front parked in a car with a

Few of my ****, hard, getting foggy, yeah

Last year I ain't know what the cost of a coffin was

So now I'm often buzzed in the apartment bummin'

Lookin' for new chords and a larger nugget

I'm the stars above me when I spark and tug this

Far from hard, but I'm a snarl in public

'Cause we large in numbers, Trash Wang

Wolf Gang, we the clique, not a stain on me, ho

Not a fray in a knit, in the car with the work

Now real **** quiet while the talking occurs

I feel like I'm flyin' when I'm off from the herb

Fuck 'em all, let the army disperse

Know the swamp lay 'em all in the dirt

Had to stop, re-assess some agendas

Tad bit sicker than the rest of the clinic

Maybe head up, sending threats to your henchmen

We the best, period, the end of the sentence

Roughneck puttin' paws to the pavement

Lane switch, I'm a blow haze till I can't think

Shrink told me I should learn how to pace this

Big homie told me nah **** take this

Shots till my damn liver hates me

Momma sayin' that she knowing I need help

Nah, on the highway to hades with my motherfuckin' seatbelt off