Текст песни
N-n-new Earl Sweatshirt on Big Boy's neighborhood
By momma crib
It's a lotta Crips (Crips)
I reported nothing, nigga, that's just how it is
You be on that tough shit, it ain't caught up with you yet
16 with that bald fade, Sean John on my chest (Chest)
16 with that bald fade, nigga
I sat by the bench when that lost fades on the island
Rest in peace to my pops and the boy Riley (Rest in peace)
Gotta speak for the dead homies when they time end