[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Ch-ch, check
I'm invincible, it’s principle, you're all in class
I'm invisible, the critics never saw Young Ab
In the kitchen whippin’, yeah, I started from scratch
I ain't pitch shit, I made a big shift
I kept givin' gifts, now they all on my sack
Bitches only, homie, Soul ain't never been no fag
I mean, I know they tryna legalize gay marriage, and that's fine
But that ain't no business of mine
I'm more in tune with ruins and suin', what you was doin’?
I mean, who really gon’ be ready when the gods come back?
Don't mean to scare you, just prepare you, where my niggas at?
Where the hoes at, where the weed?
Where the lean, where the extra pills? I really mean that
I see your median and your mode, it’s over
Take heed when you see the black
[Interlude: Ab-Soul]
Hippy (Soul), hit me
Put your pussy in the cleaners, bitch
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Your bitches Mars and pen arguin' with the followin' commoners
I be high as astronomers when I'm blazin’, and
All your problems is always who was in charge of your bitch
Who you the guardian over, confident lame shit? See
I don't care that you famous, 'cause I ain't scared of your gang
If you don't carry a stainless, your girl pussy is Pangus
Stank and ancient and tainted
I'm a saint and amazin'
Fuckin' Topanga with coat hangers, I'm heinous, bitch
And I'm accurate on inadequate overly passionate rappers
With half the establishment on my pinky finger
Buzzin' off two dozen bars, I give 'em stingers
You'll get it later, haha
Bitch, I think I'm a legend, bitch, I think I'm a God
Blowin' smoke on these bitches, suck my dick through the fog
You a functionin' puppet, bitch, you Kermit The Frog
Make another mil', give a person a job
Spit retarded, I'm 50 Tyson
Dumpin' ash in the studio, clean it with a Dyson
You eatin' steak, I'm eatin' bison
Take your girl's last name, with a hyphen
Me, I'm just blowin' this chronic
All these others rappers, they homoerotic
I love pussy, so I don't need to pause it
Put my plug right in her socket, watch it
But it's leakin' out my faucet, toxic
When you know it's not a option, stop it
You got it, you lost it, get off it
Ch-ch, check
I'm invincible, it’s principle, you're all in class
I'm invisible, the critics never saw Young Ab
In the kitchen whippin’, yeah, I started from scratch
I ain't pitch shit, I made a big shift
I kept givin' gifts, now they all on my sack
Bitches only, homie, Soul ain't never been no fag
I mean, I know they tryna legalize gay marriage, and that's fine
But that ain't no business of mine
I'm more in tune with ruins and suin', what you was doin’?
I mean, who really gon’ be ready when the gods come back?
Don't mean to scare you, just prepare you, where my niggas at?
Where the hoes at, where the weed?
Where the lean, where the extra pills? I really mean that
I see your median and your mode, it’s over
Take heed when you see the black
[Interlude: Ab-Soul]
Hippy (Soul), hit me
Put your pussy in the cleaners, bitch
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Your bitches Mars and pen arguin' with the followin' commoners
I be high as astronomers when I'm blazin’, and
All your problems is always who was in charge of your bitch
Who you the guardian over, confident lame shit? See
I don't care that you famous, 'cause I ain't scared of your gang
If you don't carry a stainless, your girl pussy is Pangus
Stank and ancient and tainted
I'm a saint and amazin'
Fuckin' Topanga with coat hangers, I'm heinous, bitch
And I'm accurate on inadequate overly passionate rappers
With half the establishment on my pinky finger
Buzzin' off two dozen bars, I give 'em stingers
You'll get it later, haha
Bitch, I think I'm a legend, bitch, I think I'm a God
Blowin' smoke on these bitches, suck my dick through the fog
You a functionin' puppet, bitch, you Kermit The Frog
Make another mil', give a person a job
Spit retarded, I'm 50 Tyson
Dumpin' ash in the studio, clean it with a Dyson
You eatin' steak, I'm eatin' bison
Take your girl's last name, with a hyphen
Me, I'm just blowin' this chronic
All these others rappers, they homoerotic
I love pussy, so I don't need to pause it
Put my plug right in her socket, watch it
But it's leakin' out my faucet, toxic
When you know it's not a option, stop it
You got it, you lost it, get off it
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