Listen to Guild song with lyrics from Earl Sweatshirt


Earl Sweatshirt, Mac Miller20 Aug 2013

Guild Lyrics


Guild - Earl Sweatshirt/Mac Miller

Said this a hit of liquid h****n

Marilyn Manson channeling panicking spar with Anakin

'Til one of us leave in an ambulance

Blow the smoke of the spliff in your eyes

You ain't gon' live 'til you die

Intelligent b**ch on my side

She bitching I'm spitting habitual lies

I hit her up when my jet land

Got a swisher tucked in my headband

Front page news I'm young Jesus

Eating bagels with no cable on

Been f**king hoes since when Mase was on

I hope that Basedgod hears my prayers

One day you're here the next day you're gone

So me and Earl smoking w**d on Jay-Z's lawn

Some d**e rap on your ho a** Tony Womack

Don't hold back no feed your girl Cognac

Meet a b**ch sleeping wit her feverish diva chick

Met her off Twitter even Schindler keeps a list

Pittsburgh broke down somewhere in a Fisker

I could pull your b**ch with a whisper and diss her

Dumbass ho

She only dumb cause she love that though

Somewhere getting high reading Juxtapoz

I hit her up she come through and watch Adjustment Bureau

("That's a good movie ")

Moms love me cause I'm so commercial

I f**k 'em raw cause I know they fertile

In Myrtle Beach with a purple fleece

Hotel lobbies playing Für Elise

I'm Ron Burgundy mixed with Hercules

Slap a b**ch in the mouth if she curse at me

I said Josh's beard is like Paul Revere

When he walk in the room it's like God is here

I'm at a prop shop in Montauk throwing tomohawks

At civilians I'm chilling


I'm on the monitor ni**a

She taking it like a champ

And I'm proud of her ni**a

I'm on the couch where that loud is burning

I'm shouting "I don't f**k with you"

Cause I don't never love a ho

But we could play doctor ma

Open wide for thermometer

Your cowgirl's crotch riding

With a clean faded fro lopsided

Tell the label that I want a white driver

And tell him give me space I don't know that ni**a

Bold-a** little f**kin' low-class villian

Whole van tinted nope can't kill him

It's the Trashwang ni**a that's what's up

Half pint of hope in that plastic cup

Real ni**a from the start 'til the casket shut

Present his own case as a basket one

Present-day based ni**a smack the judge

Riding with them same niggas ashin' blunts

While that bass make his face like he mad or somethin'

Slide in the safe take the cash and run

Know that if he fake I'm harrassin' him

Took the big toe so they tagged the tongue

Out here stuntin' like I'm supposed to dog

Blowing more smoke than a broke exhaust

Pipe only spirit that I hold menthol

It's Wolf Gang b**ch like you know these paws

Living like it's '62

Spit and grip my genitals

My b**ch to split the swisher

My niggas split the residuals


Hey it's m*******a fields

Pot growing blaring Gil Scott

Heron while we pill pop

Errand run and kill cop

Niggas know I feel not

For 'em stop bitching bruh


Stare and get that grill knocked open

Comments for Guild (2)


Shout Out. Mac Miller. ✊✊


Intelligent bitch on my side... 👧🏽😑