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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 From Letras Mania