Hive (Feat. Casey Veggies & Vince Staples)

Hive (Feat. Casey Veggies & Vince Staples) Lyrics

Song Hive (Feat. Casey Veggies & Vince Staples)
Artist Earl Sweatshirt
Album Road To Doris
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[00:00.00] "Hive"(Feat.Vince Staples & Casey Veggies)
[00:00.52] Promise Heron I'll put my fist up, after I get my ******* sucked
[00:04.35] Quick buck, maybe a gold chain
[00:07.46] With that ******* flow that s-s-so belittles men
[00:11.02] They tentatively tend to turn and go when I am finished
[00:14.33] Stone cold, hardly ******* with these *******s, ******* listen
[00:17.40] The description doesn't fit, if not a synonym of menace
[00:20.95] Then forget it, in turn, these critics and interns
[00:23.91] Admitting the *******t spitted, just burn like six furnaces
[00:27.57] Writ, it affixed, learning them digits
[00:30.31] And simultaneously, dispelling one-trick-pony myths, isn't he?
[00:34.43] One adolescent, ******* six-******* energy
[00:37.69] And crawling down 'Fax like a rich ******* centipede
[00:41.00] Crack ceramic and slap a hand out of cash account
[00:44.82] Stamp and shouting, thra*******ng
[00:46.17] These *******s done let the Kraken out
[00:47.62] Crack-a-lacking, like snap, crackle, popping your ammo off
[00:50.94] Hide your face, and throw your flannels off, Sweat*******rt, *******
[00:55.50] '87 roof top, Bronson
[00:57.71] Whipping hoopties tryna boost raw chronic
[01:00.27] (Brutus in that booth, double scoop, hock vomit up)
[01:03.44] (Sub rocking, thud knocking *******s teeth loose)
[01:06.74] Bruh, I don't ******* with no cop (Rolling with that flow swamp)
[01:10.36] Catch me over stove top (Rapping to that coke rock)
[01:13.66] (Passionless in old Jive clothing, with them doors wide open)
[01:17.62] (Dim the floor lights, focused) Like it's nothing, cause it's nothing, *******
[01:21.29] From a city that's recession-hit
[01:23.74] With stress *******s could flex metal with
[01:26.16] Peddle to rake pennies in
[01:28.16] Desolate testaments, trying to stay Jekyll-ish
[01:31.12] But most *******s Hyde, and Brenda just stay pregnant
[01:34.02] Breaking news: death's less important when the Lakers lose
[01:37.68] It's lead in that baby food, heads try to make it through
[01:40.95] Fish-netted legs for them eyes that she cater to
[01:44.26] Ride dirty as the ******* sky that you praying to
[01:47.59] So here I sit, eye in the pyramid
[01:50.59] God spit it like it's truth serum in that beer and then
[01:54.30] Disappear again, reappear bearded
[01:57.51] On top of a lear, steering it into the kids' ear again
[02:00.82] Provider of the backdrop music
[02:04.09] For the crack rock user and the mascot Earl
[02:07.30] Rawer than the skinned knee cap on the blacktop
[02:11.16] Salivary glands, lighter fluid for the matchbox
[02:14.68] Striking, wait, wait, who the ******* you badder than?
[02:17.34] Boy, oh boy, I'm bad as burnt pollo off the grill and *******t
[02:20.65] Spitter of the Little Nick, nimble, rickrolling
[02:24.01] ******* *******s pick litter, piff-blower, plus I pillage *******t
[02:27.48] '87 roof top, Bronson
[02:30.64] Whipping hoopties tryna boost raw chronic
[02:33.00] (Brutus in that booth, double scoop, hock vomit up)
[02:36.41] (Sub rocking, thud knocking *******s teeth loose)
[02:39.67] Bruh, I don't ******* with no cop (Rolling with that flow swamp)
[02:43.53] Catch me over stove top (Rapping to that coke rock)
[02:46.49] (Passionless in old Jive clothing, with them doors wide open)
[02:50.46] (Dim the floor lights, focused) Like it's nothing, cause it's nothing, *******
[02:54.18] Quit with all that tough talk, bruh
[02:55.71] We know you *******s ain't about *******t
[02:57.76] Come around, we gun 'em down, bodies piled, Auschwitz
[03:01.14] Bulletproof outfits, weapons concealed
[03:04.50] I'm ready to kill, so test it, all my weapons is real
[03:07.00] Selling thizz, couldn't tell him what the recipe is
[03:10.47] Got 'em wi*******ng that they never gave these weapons to kids
[03:13.88] Cheers, send chills up spines of fat *******
[03:17.34] After shows throwing out sandwiches, *******s get it
[03:20.70] How they live and I live for money, other words, I'm getting money
[03:24.32] Little boy told me when it's time to ride, they'll send up for me
[03:27.52] Ain't nobody scaring me, *******s ain't prepared for heat
[03:31.43] Tools hit like pool sticks, the way I cue *******t
[03:34.25] If this was '88, I would have signed to Ruthless
[03:37.66] '94, would've had 'em walking down Death Row
[03:41.03] First is when the best go, hate is what the rest do
[03:43.98] Voice inside my head told me, "Wet 'em if they test you"
[03:47.35] So it's Raging Waters season
[03:49.56] That yomper big as Larry Johnson, leave your momma seedless
[03:52.67] Everybody hard until it's only God they seeing
[03:56.00] Kitten soft but in they songs be trapping hard as Jeezy
[03:59.50] I don't believe it
[04:00.51] But to each his own, I ain't tripping long as I can reach the chrome
[04:04.07] Heat your home like Southern California Gas, police pass
[04:07.70] Tell 'em "Free Smalls," off Palm with the heat drawn
[04:11.01] Strapped up long as the chief for police armed
[04:14.37] Raised where the beasts are, north of the Beach
[04:17.43] A couple streets past Baby J, bony *******s spraying K's
[04:21.00] Ruger with the pork face, Jewish for the court case
[04:24.16] Here to save you *******s from the sorbet, Coldchain
[04:32.67] Like it's nothing, cause it's nothing, *******
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