AM // Radio

[Part 1: AM] [Verse 1: Wiki] Nineteen, still gettin' kicked out the crib Ripped off my bib, spit out my food, hiccup and piss Urine burnin', I could smell the liquor in this Cats always tryna' pick up the fist; "Duff this dude out" Rappers stoop just to get to your crib Now it's like bruised face, loose walk, too sauced Distraught thoughts on my corpse on the asphalt Back when I’d slack off, rock my slacks of my ass half-off Every time I rap I blast-off Back when I catch court I always had sports Dippin' on cops in my track shorts So tell my mom I had to make it right I lie every night about the lime-light so I could lie at night And tell my pops I gotta take advice Keep my head screwed on tight, abuse these mics See me, I’m the contusion type A cat to smack the mic Against my fuckin' head when I'm losing hype RATKING, never losing hype, no It's RATKING and I do it right, no RATKING, yeah, I do it nice, woah [Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt] Bitch, I skated before I rapped If you take me before your captain, bet 20 hots on your daddy That someone could Noila Clap 'em, probably cold and passive Cause pops was the one that got to me, feeling down like he passed it And when I'm cornered, it's action, I was kinda out the game Momma put the quarter right back in the slot In '09, we took the 7 to the Dussy 17 to the block Bitch, if yo' nigga had Supreme, we was the reason he copped it And nowadays I'm on the hunt for mirrors to box with And some pretty bitches that ain't trip if it's a hit and run I got the gold cause I don't do the crying, bro She Mario, I'm tryna keep the whining to a minimum Piggies come, bet I'm splittin' quicker than I finish rum Find me some Indica, nuggets on my fingers And my shirt like they was chicken crumbs The room spinnin', finna yak if I don't hit the blunt Got the chin wagon, slim chances of me getting up After this, mind in the trash next to where my fuckin' passion went Dodge fanatics, half-a-Xanax when I'm traveling Six hours or more, brick out on the tour Got kicked out of the morgue, spit cattle manure shit Shit, rally the Horsemen, tally the corpses [Part 2: Radio] [Instrumental]