AM // Radio

[Part I: AM] [Verse 1: Wiki] Nineteen, still gettin' kicked out the crib Ripped off my bib, spit out my food, hiccup, and piss Urine burning, I could smell the liquor in this Cats always tryna pick up the fist, "Duff this dude out" Rap astute just to get me a grip Now, it's like bruised face, loose walk, too sauced Distraught thoughts on my corpse on the asphalt Back when I’d slack off, rock my slacks of my ass half-off Every time I rap, I blast off Back when I catch court, I always had sports Dipping on cops in my track shorts So tell my mom, I had to make it right I lie every night about the limelight so I could lie at night And tell my pops, I gotta take advice Keep my head screwed on tight, abuse these mics See me, I’m the contusion type A cat to smack the mic against my fuckin' head when I'm losing hype RATKING, never losing hype, no Smack king, and I do it right, no RATKING, yeah, I do it nice, whoa [Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt] Bitch, I skated before I rapped If you take me before your captain, bet 20 hots on your daddy That someone could 'Nolia Clap him, probably cold and passive 'Cause Pops was the one that got to me, feeling down like he passed it And when I'm cornered, it's action, I was kinda out the game Mama put the quarter right back in the slot In '09, we took the 7 to the Dussy 17 to the block Bitch, if your nigga had Supreme, we was the reason he copped it And nowadays, I'm on the hunt for mirrors to box with And some pretty bitches that ain't trip if it's a hit-and-run I got to go, 'cause I don't do the crying, bro She Mario, I'm tryna keep the whining to a minimum Piggies come, bet I'm splitting quicker than I finish rum Find me some indica Nuggets on my fingers and my shirt like they was chicken crumbs The room spinning, finna yak if I don't hit the blunt Got the chin wagging Slim chances of me getting up after this Mind in the trash next to where my fucking passion went Dodge fanatics, half a Xanax when I'm traveling Six hours or more, brick out on the tour Got kicked out of the morgue, spit cattle manure shit Shit, rally the Horsemen, tally the corpses [Part II: Radio] [Instrumental]