One Take The Jet Age of Tomorrow (Ft. Casey Veggies & Earl Sweatshirt)

[Intro: Earl Sweatshirt]
Young Nino...
Come through shining
400 for the free throw
You don't wanna fight the boy
I got too many hands for you
Pastor Troy

[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
What's the haps nigga
Quick hat tips to the pack nigga
Ride around chest full of past swishers
Eyes red like you took a bad picture
Bitch ass nigga want no problem
Whole clique gully like old ramen
Loked, riding on the coastline
And then my ho driving with a coke problem
So 'bout it, co-pilot
No pictures, I won't sign it
Old bitch and she know niggas
Who know niggas who hold llamas
Checks synch, got the gold on 'em
Goes throwed it cause the flow timing
Fresh to death and I blow chronic
In SF, so I'm 49ing
This is that shit
Cat daddy with a fat bitch
Pack navvy with the black tint
Nak nasty with the back smith
Spit crack, and I'm chapped lips
Buck nasty, get smacked quicker
Than flash-dancing in black kicks
For them racks, thrashing, I'm back bitch like
(Swag... swag take three)