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