The Package* Earl Sweatshirt

[Verse]
But they despise how many of men I don’t think strikes as bottomless promises have
The quarter broke the pound
I noticed I’m always on edge
The homies say don’t even spazz, the ceiling is glass, we already cracked it
Give it a stamp, we sealing the package
We shifting it back, it wasn’t too shabby
But was it your best?
Don’t stress I’m not even asking
OT like Barnum, them Bailey’s
Nothing changed, much hound in the bag
Home team in the Crеssida tech, treat that boy like thе jester he is
English on it, perfected the spin
I watch most of the message get missed
Pressure on me, I can’t prep or pretend
Pardon my absence, period in the past
My ass got whooped like one of the Jackson’s Warrior path, the Man in the Mirror with action
I don’t need to ask
I ain’t in the trap, the rats in the precinct singing like Tony Braxton, I don’t need to stab
But I keep one handy, only the family