Grown Ups

[Produced by RandomBlackDude]

[Intro]

I acquire fame...

At naming hoes

That's what I did

I don't give a fuck, nigga

So why'd they evict you, bro? Like why-

[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt & Da$h]

Feel this cage when that acid fade

Face the same, but your mind has changed

You desire a stable home, I acquire fame at naming hoes

Contemplating ways of getting dome

Plotting on my neighbors

Asking God for favors, guess He isn’t home

Probably 'cause that fucking faith, I didn't show

Skipping church, flip the work

Hit the dirt like Tommy Drummond, bitch

Grew up in a home that my papa wasn’t in

Came up off of work that my conscience wasn't in

Either way, it goes, a lot is getting hit

And if it wasn’t hoes, then it probably was a lick

Got burners on my soul, and my posse on my skin

Sweaty, D-A-Dolla, top lotto picks

Promise that I'm not the one to fucking plot against

Love him, but my father ain't my motherfucking friend

Trying to figure out how to start a motherfucking end

Huh, trend dodging (Yup), keep a bitch by me (Uh-huh), bank roll

Garbage bag full of sins, cleanse my soul to rap still, nigga

Cash is in hand, packs get vac sealed, like the Tin Man

Cardiac still missing, is it past real, get it, work, make Guinness

[Hook: Earl Sweatshirt]

Don't know where I'm going, don't know where I been

Never trust these hoes, can't even trust my friends

Tell that bitch to roll up, you fucking with some grown ups

Don't know where I'm going, don't know where I been

Never trust these hoes, can't even trust my friends

Tell that bitch to roll up, you fucking with some grown ups

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt & Da$h]

My mama wonder why I never seem to reach her

See my daddy in the way I'm acting and my facial features

Just trying to put you on, dawg, I came from teachers

Take the plate and clean it, nigga, I'm a dog

Tell her "hit or miss me with the fucking monologue"

Lord, I can't fight it, know I'm tryna brawl

Get a copper hauled off, shit

I'm the type of nigga that you cop your raw off

Popping whores off

Grab the ball and these niggas call charge

Team switching jerseys like it's All Star

Press the OnStar, think we all lost