P2(Explicit) - Mellowhype

P2 (Explicit) - Mellowhype/Earl Sweatshirt
We was kids when we first met
I can't forget
When we met I took a breath
I recollect we took a step
Together unison I was a bad boy
A hooligan
Now Junior went I'm full of sin
Speaking poetry to your innocence
Dividend indifferent
'Bout deliberate relations
'cause she know a ni**a ignorant
Like bull's eye I grew with the wind
And forget about the sh*t
Pretend like it never happened
Just friends or belligerent
Enemies sending false
Energy to belly feeds to the
Fire of the pedigree
Life's a b**ch in the seventies
To the
Third degree and I ain't got a job
But sh*t it works for me
Sh*t let a fat guy live driving on the edge
Purposely money ain't for degree
But it's worth a C
I go blind for that little light of mine
Keep it cited ma and I'm a let it shine
Even though we have our own
Problems and differences
I still f**k
With you
Even though we had our own
Fallouts we pitchin' fits
I still f**k
With you
I was never a motherf**ker to want beef
Until you went and put my s
Hit out in the front streets
Yeah I sold *** Ni**a what heat
Yeah I stole sh*t sold it in the streets
I'm a go-getter
Never jealous of a ni**a
Gotta stack my money
Steal another ni**a figures
I don't need a f**king chain
B**ch I'm here to gain that
B**ch I need f**king ring where at
We all call this here a game cause
We in it for the same
In it for the funds throw a little buns
Listen to the smoke inside your lungs
Get a little drunk
Got your b**ch speaking tounges
Have a little offspring
NBA wouldn't support it
Known if we was broke
Clinic woulda got aborted
Work now play now a ni**a runnin' offense
B**ch I'm in Miami
And I'm swimming with the Dolphins
Even though we have our own
Problems and differences
I still f**k
With you
Even though we had our own
Fallouts we pitchin' fits
I still f**k
With you
Even though we have our own
Problems and differences
I still f**k
With you
Even though we had our own
Fallouts we pitchin' fits
I still f**k
With you
I don't like going sober to the hospital
Sh*t only make me nauseous
I'm not with it
So I'm out front parked in a car with a
Few of my niggas
Hard getting foggy yeah
Last year I ain't know what
The cost of a coffin was
So now I'm often buzzed
In the apartment bummin'
Looking for new Coors
And a larger Nugget
I'm the stars above me
When I spark and tug this
Far from hard but I'm a snarl in public
Cause we large in numbers
Trash Wang
Wolf Gang we the clique
Not a stain on me ho
Not a fray and a knit
In the car with the work
Now real ni**a quiet while
The talking occurs
Feel like I'm flying when
I'm off from the herb
F**k 'em all let the army disperse
Know the swamp lay 'em all in the dirt
Had to stop re-asses some agendas
Tad bit sicker than the rest of the clinic
Maybe head up sending
Threats to your henchmen
We the best period
The end of the sentence
Roughneck putting
Paws to the pavement
Lane switch I'm a blow haze
'till I can't think
Shrink told me I should learn
How to pace this
Big homie told me
“Nah ni**a take this ”
Shots 'till my damn liver hates me
Momma saying that she
Knowing that I need help
Nah on the highway to Hades with my
Motherf**kin' seatbelt off