Huey - Earl Sweatshirt

Foot and hand on the gates

We was jumping I'm like "fuck" like quicksand in my ways

Always stuck & I'm stuck until an ambulance came

The first time I changed fast through Los Angeles lanes

And my bitch say the spliff take the soul from me

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

Beat the fuckin beat like it stole from me

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

Bitch I'm off the lancy

I reek of reefer & show money

It's Early running with niggas

Who cold running shit

The wins like lotion

He get it he go rub em in

Critics pretend to get it

And bitches just don't fuck with him

I spent the day drinking & missing my grandmother

Just grab a glass and pour up some cold white wine

And a Colt 45 in it you know how I get it

I'm toasted myself and a toast to all my niggas

And there 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