fuckir_police - R34LTRVPSHIT//Earl Sweatshirt Vox (Hive) | Текст песни

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• R34LTRVPSHIT//Earl Sweatshirt Vox (Hive)

Promise Heron I'll put my fist up
After I get my dick sucked
Quick buck, maybe a gold chain

With that fucking flow the system s-s-so belittles
Man, they tentatively tend to turn and go when I am finished
Stone cold, hardly fucking with these niggas, nigga listen
The description doesn't fit, if not a synonym of menace
Then forget it, in turn these critics and interns
Admitting this shit spit and it just burn like six furnaces
Rent, it'll fix learning them digits and simultaneously
Dispelling "one-trick-pony" myths, isn't he?
One adolescent, fucking six nigga energy
Crawling down 'Fax like a rich nigga centipede
Crack ceramic and slap a hand out the cash account
Stamp and shouting, thrashing, these niggas done let the Kraken out
Crack-a-lackin, like snap, crackle, poppin' your ammo off
Hide your face, and throw your flannels off, Sweatshirt, nigga

'87 roof top rising
Whipping hoopties, tryna boost raw chronic
(Grew this in that booth, double scoop, hock vomit up
Sub rocking thud knocking niggas teeth loose)
Bruh, I don't fuck with no cops (Rolling with that flow swamp)
Catch me over stove top (Rapping to that coke rock
Passionless in old Jive clothing with them doors wide open
Dim the floor lights focused) Like it’s nothing, cause it’s nothing, bitch

From that city that's recession-hit, where stressed
Niggas could flex metal with pedal to rake pennies in
Desolate testaments trying to stay Jekyll-ish
But most niggas Hyde and Brenda just stay pregnant

Like it’s not...

Breaking...