Huey - Earl Sweatshirt

Foot and hand on the gates

We was jumping 'em, fuck, I’m like quicksand in my ways

Was always stuck in 'em, stuck it in and I ambulance came

The first time, which ain’t fast if you Los Angeles-raised (Nigga)

My bitch say the spliff take the soul from me (Ayy)

And the clique tight-knit, it’s like the 'lo rugby

Beat the fucking beat up like it stole from me (Yup)

You can talk to Clancy, you need a feature or quote from me (Bitch)

I’m off Delancey, I reek of reefer and show money

It’s Early, running with niggas who cold running shit

The wins like lotion: He get 'em, he gon' rub 'em in

Critics pretend they get it, and bitches just don’t fuck with him

I spent the day drinking and missing my grandmother, just

Grab a glass and pour some cold white wine in it

Or Colt .45 in it—you know how I get it

I’m toasting myself, and a toast to all my niggas

And ain’t no time limit, I’m toasted as hell

And I gotta jot it quick 'cause I can’t focus so well

And now, a formal introduction