Cressidaway!/ TPGeeK - feat. Earl Sweatshirt

Strong on this gang time, I boot up and take flight.

Maneuver with great white, hard move the baseline. We coming all new drip, new shit that take flight. Archive like

Napalm, surf gang the wave stronger. Smoke break, let's take five. On rec like

Stefon. Fold up, I can't lie. Look sweet, it ain't fucked. Want weed?

Shoot, I can hunt. Want greed? Ain't no time. My blood and my hunger.

Ayy. Ain't no if I will make it home, someone prayed.

Too many sleepless nights, the ghost got a face. Blood on my feet was tied, the road wasn't paved.

Can't get a peace if dollars go our separate ways. And this bitch breathing 5-0s to the face.

I know the fee get high, a toll getting taken.

I know I'm demon tied, but bro said he made me. Feel it real deep inside my soul, niggas taste it.

Looking real freaky in vodka, cold like a Mason.

They count how I breathe but silent. That's how the reaper slide. Eat it like speaker knockers.

I ain't even see the pine. They told me keep it down. I told them keep the flowers.

Turn the 8 Gs to pounds. That's all I need for now.

-This bitch breathing 5-0s to the face. -Creep up, I skate by.

Won't speak, won't take mine. I geek up on ape time. They sneaky, they ain't slime.

I be with the same guy. We really the same kind. See heart, she ain't mine.

See weed, God on one.

Where'd -you find this? -Gator face, gator face.

Bro, I'm about to crash the fuck out with low heat.

I put it on everything I love, -bro. Bye. -And in all that, the motor run.

Ins and outs wide, know the cut, stick sewn up. Bitches tryna grow up.

Still tipping, somewhere still sticking, 'bout to throw up. My gang on a punk bitch.

Flames and faces, L-bun the dish 'til my lungs give in.

Life a bitch, give my love a kiss.

Fire leaf crib, you know them niggas ain't got sense, be that. Horrible with names, but don't forget a face. Coming down from

Scotty, wondering why I don't feel the same.

BTA to the top, up score if I hit the stage. When it rain, it pour right through your city like a hurricane.

Yeah, I know it hurt to say.

Carrying them sucker hating niggas and the worst is what they bury in the bone like grave dig. Gotta be perfect, can't learn me.

Be DJ like my D, but I'm a younger gang. And in all that, the motor run.

Told her lock the doors and blow the horn if you know the song.

Money piled in a poli-kun. You can't never have shit out, the bitch wanting some.

Look me in my eyes, what you see behind them?

Sleeping giant, yeet outside my body when I wrote this song.

Innocence, I bet they stole it from. Few glitz, gotta cook some.

Another cause -some.

-I want, I want you to shoot back, my -partner. -Hold up, hold up.

Nah, shut up, nigga! I want this nigga to shoot the gun at my partner.

Get out the car with me. I don't be around no bitch-ass niggas.

It's something more than me, I can't go to sleep.

I seen this before this week, got a Glock gleam. Pushing packs and never peak, always slightly running game.

Og sparkly going pink. I spent all my life doing wild things.

I get right before I -leave. I don't like it, but I need it. -Gator face.

Yeah, this talking spicy, not seasoned. Another take the heat.

That's okay with me. That shit is as amazing as it seems. I can't wake up from a dream.

Pass my place, I'll make a scene.

I can make room, make it easy. Actually this place full up on the team.

That shit is as amazing as it seems. I can't wake up from a dream.

Pass my place, I'll make a scene. I can make room, make it easy.

Actually this place full up on the team.

Steady having our way, E-N-D.