[Intro: Ab-Soul]
Ayy, Ali
I can hear myself good now
It's good now
Finally
(Soulo!)
[Chorus: SZA]
Guess that's how it is these days
You even lose when you win these days
These days, God's reign (Yeah)
Scared to live, scared to move these days
[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Your soul sits on your third eye, Soul sits on the throne
Told you I was the third wheel
That's three-wheel motion on chrome (West side)
Threes up, threes up, all around the world (World)
We ain't shooting no jump shots, but we balling, we balling
I'm from where they get jumped or shot
'Til they falling, they falling
They ain't heard one word from God
But He calling, He calling (Hello?)
I ain't never had a whole rack 'til I was 24 years old
At 25, I spent a hundred of those
And still ain't got nothing to show
Ugh, I guess that's how it is these days
Ugh, I guess it's how it goes
'Cause this world is dark and my locs is on, but I ain't afraid
ABC everything, every M you end up with is owed
And that's simple math, had to balance the good and bad
No masters, but a mastermind, master kush up in my bag
Soulo in the backseat, in a thing with some tints on it
With a thang with some tits on her
And every nigga in this bitch own her
Soul!
Ayy, Ali
I can hear myself good now
It's good now
Finally
(Soulo!)
[Chorus: SZA]
Guess that's how it is these days
You even lose when you win these days
These days, God's reign (Yeah)
Scared to live, scared to move these days
[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Your soul sits on your third eye, Soul sits on the throne
Told you I was the third wheel
That's three-wheel motion on chrome (West side)
Threes up, threes up, all around the world (World)
We ain't shooting no jump shots, but we balling, we balling
I'm from where they get jumped or shot
'Til they falling, they falling
They ain't heard one word from God
But He calling, He calling (Hello?)
I ain't never had a whole rack 'til I was 24 years old
At 25, I spent a hundred of those
And still ain't got nothing to show
Ugh, I guess that's how it is these days
Ugh, I guess it's how it goes
'Cause this world is dark and my locs is on, but I ain't afraid
ABC everything, every M you end up with is owed
And that's simple math, had to balance the good and bad
No masters, but a mastermind, master kush up in my bag
Soulo in the backseat, in a thing with some tints on it
With a thang with some tits on her
And every nigga in this bitch own her
Soul!
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