Earl Sweatshirt
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The Mint

The Mint lyrics by Earl Sweatshirt. Yup, yup, that's right I'm runnin' things, I'm runnin' things Hold me down, hold me up Hold me close 'cause my times is up...

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The Mint

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Yup, yup, that's right

I'm runnin' things, I'm runnin' things

Hold me down, hold me up

Hold me close 'cause my times is up

Show they true colors, don't know who to trust

Mind workin' like the water when it rush

Growin' from my father, bitter to his touch

Now I'm solely honor, livin' is a must

All this for my momma 'til I'm dust

God gon' deal the karma, lost my trust

Sayin' Every man know many men

Got me in a jam, I be in my feelings

On the other hand, I just need a moment

Offer my condolence, smokin' 'til the mornin'

Brodie on the corner with a piece on his hip

Give a warning 'fore you blow it in the sky

Tiptoein' over mortar and the brick

Bumpin' shoulders with the devil in disguise

Shoulder-level water on the rise

Twist, 40s in the morning in the winter

I heard you got your sauce at the Enterprise

Evidently, it was rented but it's mine

Evidently, it was written like Nas

I was in the kitchen with that nigga Mike

Gotta listen when I tell ya simmer down

Two years I've been missin', livin' life

You was wildin', every day was trash

Crackers pilin' in to rape the land

Early morning, wash my swollen hands

Hit the showers, cleanse my soul and crash

Tiptoein' over glass, brodie go too fast, told him slow up

Know I use too much of everything at hand

Except the difference is now I control it, I be

In the crib and in the moment, stuck sippin' out the flask

Feet up on the dash, I hit the spliff but don't promote it

Under overpass, no cap

Sand fallin' out the hourglass

Grand total, it's a whole lotta raps

Quicksand, scramblin' outta that

Go behind the back, switch hands

The fare's high, niggas know they outta wack

Sterilize your clique, paralyze maritime niggas when

Every time Wavy Don tappin' in

Savion Glover caught a couple Ls

Took 'em to the neck, motherfucker

Lotta blood to let, peace to make, fuck a check

Uh-uh, lotta blood to let, peace to make, give a fuck about a check

Lotta blood to let, peace to make, give a fuck about a check

Uh-uh, lotta blood to let, peace to make, give a fuck about a-

Nigga, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, maybe

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