Centurion

[Intro: Earl Sweatshirt]

"Oh... me? Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm just tryna say somethin' before... I... I... drop it off."

[Verse 1: Vince Staples]

I feel like the Tom Sawyer for real niggas

Looking for a problem, revolver under the Hilfiger

No bluff needed, we will kill niggas

So try me if you want, bruh, I promise I'm with all of that

Late night shooters, got 'em thinking Johnny Carson back

Trying to win this white man's game with my heart intact

All off a dollar and a dream that I really had

Kind of hard to sleep when your thoughts is in the streets

Norf Norf is the side where my family stay

Big Baby Jesus, I can't wait

Until the money coming in, spend it all on guns and rims

I ain't nothing but a nigga, ain't no reason to pretend

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]

Kept the sticky in a Stussy pouch

Ski mask, bloody 'Preme hoodie tossing doobies out

The window of the hoopty, night black as Paul

Mooney at the movies but the moon was out

Food was always optional

Eating nothing but hard punches to that abdominal

Closed fist chronicles, sold sniff, Momma knew

Baggies laying 'round, peanut shells at a carnival

Stomping clowns, welcome pussy niggas to the romper room

Buckshot'll cover a whole torso like a parka do

In a park at two, plotting, trying to garner loot

Split it with his big road dog, call him Marmaduke

Searching for a shard of truth and found, uh

Couple bucks bought his cousins lunch

Another Dutch, stiff collar on the button-up

Hood, rich, wild, and 'bout to run amok

Road to Hell paved with cement

Covered trussled drugs, toughen up

[Refrain: Earl Sweatshirt]

"Well, alright. Okay

If that's how you truly feel about it, then

Alright, okay

If that's how you truly feel about it, then."

[Verse 3: Earl Sweatshirt]

Vinny Stape, they stupid, think the city safe

Until that little bindi placed, headshots, red dot

Block as hot as Denny plates, fed watch, Fed watch

Opinions only pity based, deep in the Civic with the

Evilest niggas this side of the Mississippi

All courtesy of Vincent from niggas who plot against

Ear-L-double-S, hear shells from the Tec

Hear in full-effect, eat a dick and cut a check, bitch

Few niggas I'm on a first-name basis with

Address him by the alias, that trunk weighted like he

'Bout to catch a case again, eighths louder than the voice of

Satan that be plaguing him, bruh, I'm caking

Whether Hell or bad weather, high water, I'm a sailor-type

Assailant for the paper, living like I met the maker twice

Hit it 'til I'm faded right? Mami, take a hike

Or treat it like you fucking shaking dice, bitch

[Refrain: Earl Sweatshirt]

"Well, alright. Okay

If that's how you truly feel about it, then

Alright, okay

If that's how you truly feel about it, then."