Sellout (Earl Sweatshirt Mix)

I promised myself I was gon' be not hype on this I'll calm it down, down, down Yeah, ay It's like a Black [?] Brown song Where OJ is still elligible Or a outdated reboot of Juice Titled, Drink The Hollywood reboot of Roots Titled, Suits That recast Tobey Maguire as the lead Can you solve our plight in a verse? A screaming nigga post Teddy pay a effigy visual casually nickel though Clever euphemisms for plantation and kitchen stove Trappin' cool G chop will leave you underneath the mistletoe Yo, I hit the loud so hard I call her [?] Spit strawberry [?] so hard, feel like a physical I drag a slab of stone so long, it caught the el out I hit the peak so hard, gold rings fell out (damn) Sleep paralysis smooth the screams that I yell out Stressin' over cream got me contemplating thievery You ain't even got no bond money to bail out Shit nigga, rap don't work out I'm whipping this fish scale out Prolly not though I watched The Wire, it looked fire But I checked the online, the streets not hirin' bro I know I heard you keep on trying, I know, it's over though The sun went nova when you asleep In this house party scene 'cause I'm sedated I was leanin' drinking wormwood, now I'm absolute minded No fucks given, I'm in defiance My fingers holding onto that blanket talkin' with Linus Skim through life in a shopping cart at Target Woke up the next day in an OK-Mart Took my mask off, 'cause [?] told me to Hands up don't shoot Hoes on my dick, I pray to based god It's word to your baby moms Mixed up the lemonade to serve it at the all star game That's the sour taste of petty Fuck all that rubber, I'm just tryna fuck Betty Quarter nickels by the dam, that goes by the name of Penny Black licorice, taste the [?] good and plenty Hit the devil whip with that drift its all wavy Walk through Steins Gate, it's funky in that rabbit suit Stabbed the mirror till I fell through Malice in that Wonderland, the mercury done got him loose Where purple hearts of water where the [?] talking hoots Tweedledee fuck niggas, cats is what you talking to Crazy motherfuckers We're all magic, we're all magic They told my ass to rap over drill beats I asked, what would you do if you saw a pill speak? I am ready for challenges, I damage kids Need to shut the entire fuck up before I blam a wig Yes, man for sure off the banners Signed to a label just to go buy outlandish stuff You should go into retirement, but I can't UPS is no longer hiring Violent like where they got traffickers at You gotta slow down Niggas gotta energize that I'm 'bout to blow pounds Can you talk about group homes and shit like that? They way y'all talk y'all act like I don't fight back Rappers be mad, they never on my radar One day a fan said, I was heavier than a freight car Woke up and threw my feelings from out a night jar Humans now a days looking like a walking side bar Since a nigga start rapping they want me to have a [?] car But my circle too personal, you a rap slave You should choke on rope I'm records with Sean Price He like, you should rap over Young Chop beats I'm walking with a chick that's knock-kneed You wanna play ding dong ditch, beer pong sips Make longer songs for them real long trips So I can time myself They say my career is over and I should cry for help You get your ass whooped with a try-it belt Ha-ha, pussy boy, ha-ha ha-ha