Earl Sweatshirt - One Take (Feat. Casey Veggies) Lyrics
[Intro]Young Nino...Come through shining400 for the free throwYou don't wanna fight the boyI got too many hands for youPastor Troy[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]What's the haps niggaQuick hat tips to the pack niggaRide around chest full of past swishersEyes red like you took a bad picture***** ass nigga want no problemWhole clique gully like old ramenLoked, riding on the coastlineAnd then my ho driving with a coke problemSo 'bout it, co-pilotNo pictures, I won't sign itOld ***** and she know niggasWho know niggas who hold llamasChecks synch, got the gold on 'emGoes throwed it cause the flow timingFresh to death and I blow chronicIn SF, so I'm 49ingThis is that shitCat daddy with a fat *****Pack navvy with the black tintNak nasty with the back smithSpit crack, and I'm chapped lipsBuck nasty, get smacked quickerThan flash-dancing in black kicksFor them racks, thrashing, I'm back ***** like(Swag... swag take three)[Verse 2: Casey Veggies]With my shades on, I'm too freshThe panties, that's Mos DefEarl ain't lost no steps, but your chick run more lapsMake her rub my tat, Casey where them flows atRight here nigga, go the game on lockSince you went AWOL, homie all my shit knockGot awesome raps, like the matsJust in fact I should flex the skills8th grade I was skating hills9th grade I was playing ball12th grade I was doing dealsGraduated now im a star.My nigga rockin', might pop a pillBut I don't do that, nigga I just chillKeep my mind right, I'm thinking 'millsThought it out there, give me the chillsTake a chick down, do it for the thrillsSo electric, my pipe illRight the wheel, I might just killLife is realTimes get coldIce is hotGet robbed for show, but I let a hater see me I'm riding slowI sold an ounce of hopeAnd an ounce of growWhat you gonna do when your feet hit the ground?Thought it was a lie, they believing me nowThe new me OWEEStarted grinding in ‘06Old friends I know change and they don’t even do shitWhat I’m tryna say it ain’t about the fameBut I switched up it was gettin'onYou ditched usYour girl shows interestShe shouldn’t be doing thatOn tour in CanadaNever had a managerPeas and Carrots grow from the ground and we planted itGuess young kids is the antidoteI’m the illest young nigga in AmericaFlow sick like I had sex with ErykahBadu, AchooI’m not you, I’m too trueI’m a rock star, you tooBBC Sweatshirt, that’s my boy SweatshirtBow down 'till your mother*****in neck hurt.[Outro]That was that nigga Tylers line, haha.
