Leadbelly Lyrics – Earl Sweatshirt, SURF GANG

Read the full Leadbelly lyrics by Earl Sweatshirt and SURF GANG along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Earl Sweatshirt’s music, you can also explore Da Bid and NOT 4TW, two other songs by Earl Sweatshirt.

[Intro: Earl Sweatshirt]
(SURF—)
(Tony)
Yeah, yeah, uh

[Verse: Earl Sweatshirt, MIKE]
From this point forward, no second chances
Touring the globe and taking a piss
I knew what I wanted, at a glance, I need it all in my hand
I need it all, n!gga, in advance
I didn’t ball, but I made it jam
Know what I saw in the trench (Huh)

Don’t do the talking, get spanked
This s*it was all a part of the plan, please do not step out of rank
Put the food on my fork and tell ’em to scram, clean up the mess in the sink (Mhm)
I’m facing the Northeast, deep in prayer, the blessings just catch up to me
I see the same s*it everywhere I go, it’s kind of greasy
I told Twin, “You better than me
I still got vendettas to see through”, yeah
I keep it more hot in this bag, but he know it’s better to keep cool (Keep cool)
I throw the tour profts on a dancer, I might invest in some weed (Shrooms)
I did some tour routes in the vans before I was stepping in these shoes
Explore ’em, them lessons can teach, uh
I hope this message will reach (Reach)
The AMG shred up the street, yeah
I buy a Bottega and bling
Four-five-six, I’m cleaning up easy (Uh)
If you love me, then why would you leave? (Leave)
And you might as well say what you mean
Shot caller, got everything greenlit
My fault, my record ain’t clean
Got caught up heavy, we was teens
They lost steps to the schem
rew up in Redbelly of the beast
Posse, the Benz, Bentley, or a Bimmer
I want my neck heavy with a gleam
I know I’m death ready like Fatimah

I know my best bet on the beat
I feel like Lead Belly pulling strings, bro got a tech called on the team
Prone to attack, it’s time to eat
Put a few real n!ggas on their feet
They gotta deal with it when we bleed ’em
This s*it was real deal ’til you bleached it
I sent the flick in for the Visa, I took a trip for a leap (Uh)
I can’t relent for a reason
Had to make sense of my demons
Find out we live what they research
On the strip, swiveling in a skeet
Sun lost at the hands of the reaper (Uh-huh)
Then I pour my last sip on the streets
I was taught use my hands and my feet first
Everything flashy ain’t what it seem (SURF—)
No second chances, touring the globe and taking a piss
I knew what I wanted at a glance, I need it all in my hand
That s*it was part of the plan
Lo and behold, the only one standing, hurtling over all of the trap

[Outro: MIKE]
Tony (Chill)