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letra de top - earl sweatshirt

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[verse 1]
don’t blink, b-tch
real n-ggas on the brink of extinction
livin’ like he on a mothaf-ckin’ hit list
gunnin’ for your b-tch next, [?] off a p-ssed ex
declining your lips stretched
mr. anonymous probably sent your clique threats
fist full of dollars, that collar sit on his thin neck
and most imitate me, i’m popular, so i trend set
the smoke irritating my ocular while the pen jets
plane switch lit as these lane switchin’
high as your praise given and daddies who stayed distant
we stayed in la, that’s hard liquor and fame, women
you skinny, you weight lifting, [?] and gain tension
see, me, i was raised different, black elite
beatin’ down your block with the b-ss kickin’
highway to h-ll with the tank empty
n-ggas faces never was pain stricken
even though that heart ’bout as dark as the days endin’, remain tinted

[verse 2]
fade to black, grey to white
hungry like i need a motherf-ckin’ place to stay tonight
out the water screaming “f-ck a satiated appet-te”
sweatshirt got the block hotter than some cajun spice
’bout as hot as bacon pop
steam a couple hundred spliffs my n-gga sagan copped
scheming on a mouth full of gold and some pagan thoughts
drinking, head spinnin’ like dreidel top
keep my eyes open like the gate is on a vacant lot
so i can see these shady n-ggas soft as baby apricots
re-ssert i’m hard as conversation with a racist cop
out the stomach, hit the ground runnin’ and i’m stayin’ in socks
junk still shakin’, tell lativa send a baker box, plus
ill [?] bag, lunch and a bus p-ss
tatted half cabs in the shadow of a mustache
double cuff kakis and a sale price huf hat
pushin’ down fax, lookin’ dirtier than smudged gl-ss
but that was as an ashy soph0m-re
cashed his first check and finally learned what them pockets for
profit, lock it down, that’s word to apartment doors
c0ke and soda rockin’ ’til it’s harder than some mommas’ ch0r-s
ridin’ ’round town shotgun in a armored ford
doin’ drive-bys armed with nothing but a sharpened sword
wolf gang before you ask me what i’m barking for
plus the fuse sorta similar to john stockton’s shorts

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