Grown Ups

[Produced by RandomBlackDude] [Intro] I don't give a fuck, nigga So why'd they evict you, bro? [Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt & Da$h] Feel this cage when that acid fade Face the same, but your mind has changed You desire a stable home I acquire fame at naming hoes Contemplating ways of getting dome (Plotting on my neighbors Asking God for favors, guess he isn’t home) Probably ‘cause that fucking faith I didn’t show (Skippin church, flip the work) Hit the dirt like Tommy Drummond bitch Grew up in a home that papa wasn’t in Came up off of work that my conscience wasn't in Either way it goes, a lot is getting hit And if it wasn’t hoes, then it probably was a lick Got burners on my soul, and my posse on my skin Sweaty D-A dollar top lotto picks Promise that I am not the one to fucking plot against Love him, but my father ain't my motherfucking friend Trying to figure out how to start a motherfucking end Trend dodging, keep a bitch by me, back roll (Garbage bag full of xans Place myself to rap still, nigga Cash is in hand Packs get vac sealed like the Tin Man Cardiac still missing, is it past real? Get it, work make Guinness) [Hook(x2): Earl Sweatshirt] Don’t know where I’m going, don’t know where I been Never trust these hoes, can’t even trust my friends Tell that bitch to roll up, fucking with some grown ups [Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt & (Da$h)] My mama wonder why it never seem to reach See my daddy in the way I'm acting And my facial features Just trying to put you on Dog, 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 hoes off) Grab the board and these niggas call charge (Chain switches jerseys like it's all star Press the OnStar, think it's all lost)