Letra de Static - Earl Sweatshirt

It ain't really take no time to see

These niggas ain't on timing

Diddy-bopping around the ring like Ali

Showing off my teeth, smiling

My response to cheap talk, keep your guard up

Niggas eavesdropping with weak jaws

We chop trees, spark 'em, my dreams foggy

Unique offers, tell the giant I need like three from this most recent bean harvest

Geeked off it, stockpiling drip, I'm puttin' shit on like Steve Harvey

Me, G, and Jean Dawson threw a three piece at Stripper Bowl like let's see it

Go and get this thing started

Arm all in the thing like Vince Carter

Overall, y'all baby-shit soft

We first team all-league marksmen

Let it sing, sing on ya like a voice from East Harlem

Easy target, three-ball, game, blouses

Let the purple rain douse 'em

I thought it was a drought

Heard it through word of mouth, it's on the floor like Chris Farley

They markin' niggas out

The streets watching and filming now, what's the lick, akhi?

They hawkin' niggas down

I ain't hear a sound, niggas clique-hoppin', I ain't lift a brow

It didn't shock me

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