Earl Sweatshirt
Huey
Foot and hand on the gatesWe was jumpin' em, fuck, I'm like quicksand in my waysWas always stuck in 'em, stuck it in and an ambulance cameThe first time I change fast through Los Angeles wavesAnd my bitch say the spliff take the soul from meAnd the clique tight-knit, it's like the 'lo rugbyBeat the fuckin beat up like it stole from meYou can talk to Clancy you need a feature, or quote from meBitch, I'm off Delancy, I reek of reefer and show moneyIt's Early running with niggas, who cold running shitThe wins like lotion, he get it he go rub 'em inCritics pretend to get it and bitches just don't fuck with himI spent the day drinking and missing my grandmotherJust grab a glass and pour up some cold white wine in itAnd a Colt 45 in it, you know how I get itI'm toastin' myself and a toast to all my niggasAnd there ain't no time limit, I'm toasted as hellAnd I gotta jot it quick cause I can't focus so wellAnd now, a formal introduction
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