P2 (feat. 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 nigga ignorant
 Like bull's eye, I grew with the wind
 And forget about the shit, 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 bitch in the seventies, to the
 Third degree and I ain't got a job, but shit it works for me
 She love the fact that I 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 fuck
 With you
 Even though we had our own
 Fallouts, we pitchin' fits
 I still fuck
 With you
 I was never a motherfucker to want beef
 Until you went and put my shit out in the front streets
 Yeah, I sold drugs. Nigga, what heat?
 Yeah, I stole shit, sold it in the streets, I'm a go-getter
 Never jealous of a nigga, gotta stack my money
 Steal another nigga figures
 I don't need a fucking chain, bitch I'm here to gain that
 Bitch, I need fucking ring, but not for no dame
 We all call this here a game cause we in it for the same
 In it for the funds, throw a little ones
 Listen to the drums smoke inside your lungs
 Get a little drunk, got your bitch speaking tounges
 Have a little offspring, and be able support it
 Known if we was broke, clinic woulda got aborted
 Work now, play now, a nigga runnin' offense
 Bitch, I'm in Miami and I'm swimming with the Dolphins
 Even though we have our own
 Problems and differences
 I still fuck
 With you
 Even though we had our own
 Fallouts, we pitchin' fits
 I still fuck
 With you
 Even though we have our own
 Problems and differences
 I still fuck
 With you
 Even though we had our own
 Fallouts, we pitchin' fits
 I still fuck
 With you
 I don't like going sober toExplain the hospital
 Shit only make me nauseous, I'm not with it
 So I'm out front parked in a car with a
 Few of my niggas heart getting foggier
 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 chords 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 in a knit, in the car with the work
 Now, real nigga quiet while the talking occurs
 Feel like I'm flying when I'm off from the herb
 Fuck 'em all, let the army disperse
 Know the swamp lay 'em all in the dirt
 Had to stop, re-assess 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, nigga, 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
 Motherfuckin' seatbelt off