Earl Sweatshirt, Da$H - Grown Ups lyrics

I acquire fame at naming hoes
That's what I did i don't give a fuck, nigga
So why'd they evict you, bro?

Feel this cage when that acid fade
Face the same, but your mind has changed
You desire a stable home
I acquire fame at naming hoes
Contemplating ways of getting dome
Plotting on my neighbors
Asking God for favors, guess He isn’t home
Probably 'cause that fucking faith
I didn't show skipping church, flip the work
Hit the dirt like Tommy Drummond, bitch
Grew up in a home that my papa wasn’t in
Came up off of work that
My conscience wasn't in
Either way, it goes, a lot is getting hit
And if it wasn’t hoes
Then it probably was a lick
Got burners on my soul
And my posse on my skin
Sweaty, D-A-Dolla, top lotto picks
Promise that I'm not the one
To fucking plot against love him
But my father ain't my motherfucking friend
Trying to figure out how to
Start a motherfucking end
Huh, trend dodging, keep a bitch by me
Bank roll garbage bag full of sins, cleanse
My soul to rap still, nigga
Cash is in hand, packs get vac sealed
Like the Tin Man
Cardiac still missing, is it past
Real, get it, work, make Guinness

Don't know where I'm going
Don't know where I been
Never trust these hoes
Can't even trust my friends
Tell that bitch to roll up
You fucking with some grown ups
Don't know where I'm going
Don't know where I been
Never trust these hoes
Can't even trust my friends
Tell that bitch to roll up
You fucking with some grown ups

My mama wonder why I never seem to reach her
See my daddy in the way I'm
Acting and my facial features
Just trying to put you on, dawg
I came from teachers
Take the plate and clean it, nigga, I'm a dog
Tell her "hit or miss me
With the fucking monologue"
Lord, I can't fight it, know I'm tryna brawl
Get a copper hauled off, shit
I'm the type of nigga that
You cop your raw off popping whores off
Grab the ball and these niggas call charge
Team switching jerseys like it's All Star
Press the OnStar, think we all lost