Lyrics:

[Verse: Earl Sweatshirt & Na-kel Smith]
Give it to you straight, no frills
What I think might pay the bills
Spit on the cam like Makaveli (f*ck y'all)
Came home in the 2011
Pasadena John calling me relly
Ain't know where none of this shit was headed (I ain't even know)
In a LAC, Nak gon' protect me
Bro just crashed, f*cked up his Dodge
Now he shopping for another HEMI (Escape from [?], I wrecked the wheel)
Did the dash, got outta dodge
Crashed out grandmama car
They got tipped off by a civilian (Yes sir)
Yes sir, think I already feel it
Sweatshirt, 'cause you know how revenge is best served
Cold dish (Pressure cookin' roast)
No assist, I'm out here on a mission
Triple doublin' of of the strips
Get ghost like I need a killer
Get ghost like a apparition