[Intro: Ab-Soul]
Yeah
I ain't gon' waste no time with it [?]
Look
[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
At first sight, you thought my record was spam
Why give me a spin like a fan and become a fan?
You prolly workin' on a mixtape of your own
You prolly reached out to get me on a song
And I ain't holla back, so you feel like I'm full of shit
You mighta even considered coming up with a diss
And I only encourage that if you wanna cease to exist
You niggas searching for hits, I'm just markin' off my list
And if I had one wish
All of y'all'd disappear with the flick of the wrist
I figure shit, the game is overpopulated with bull
You need a tug-o-war rope for the stunts y'all pull
But in this day and age, a gimmicks the way to enter
And who needs attention if it ain't in the center?
And yeah, I'm a sinner, like everybody else is
So I don’t need your help long as God’s a forgiver
I'm so bossy, bitch, get off me
Trick, get off me, I learned from wise men
Who read the newspaper over cigarettes and coffee
And they only interest is benefits on Wall Street
And you look up to niggas movin' bricks in the [?]
But you ain't about shit, that's what dude Dogg taught me
No sixes on sprees but a bucket on hubcap
With one missin' on the driver side, and I love that, uh
When I roll through the city, it give me a rush
Yeah, I'm high off life, but I'm rollin' blunts
Big balls, thick broads lick my scrotum up
Sure shot, like Odom, when he’s open, what?
I see you scopin', be sure to gargle
I'm stoned like a Gargoyle, straight out of Carson
Marchin', I put on for my soil, plant the seed
Which should grow to a tree, tallest we’ve ever seen
So if I happen to leave, just refer to the leaves
With no college, I'm still cold, droppin' degrees
And know everything ain't what it seems
But they're all actors, they belong in a scene
The notorious scholar, payin' homage to Curtis King
'Cause I too share a similar dream
I wonder if niggas like [?] will ever make it big as Jigga
For being a lyricist, and not a pretender
You tender-minded niggas should surrender
'Cause when I return like enter, I'ma end ya
See, I was meant to filter out the ignorance
That young boy kick it like all three ninjas
Legend on the block, shout out to Legend and Block
And when it get greasy, I just call Ben [?]
Easy, ask ScHoolboy about my groove
Smoke up all this weed and don't drop one hove
Tryna make moves, but Punch keeps sayin'
That patience is virtue, and this may be true
But I can't wait to reign, like a hurricane came through
Get to swimming, and if y'all can't get it then
I'ma just hype-man for Kendrick, yo
Yeah
I ain't gon' waste no time with it [?]
Look
[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
At first sight, you thought my record was spam
Why give me a spin like a fan and become a fan?
You prolly workin' on a mixtape of your own
You prolly reached out to get me on a song
And I ain't holla back, so you feel like I'm full of shit
You mighta even considered coming up with a diss
And I only encourage that if you wanna cease to exist
You niggas searching for hits, I'm just markin' off my list
And if I had one wish
All of y'all'd disappear with the flick of the wrist
I figure shit, the game is overpopulated with bull
You need a tug-o-war rope for the stunts y'all pull
But in this day and age, a gimmicks the way to enter
And who needs attention if it ain't in the center?
And yeah, I'm a sinner, like everybody else is
So I don’t need your help long as God’s a forgiver
I'm so bossy, bitch, get off me
Trick, get off me, I learned from wise men
Who read the newspaper over cigarettes and coffee
And they only interest is benefits on Wall Street
And you look up to niggas movin' bricks in the [?]
But you ain't about shit, that's what dude Dogg taught me
No sixes on sprees but a bucket on hubcap
With one missin' on the driver side, and I love that, uh
When I roll through the city, it give me a rush
Yeah, I'm high off life, but I'm rollin' blunts
Big balls, thick broads lick my scrotum up
Sure shot, like Odom, when he’s open, what?
I see you scopin', be sure to gargle
I'm stoned like a Gargoyle, straight out of Carson
Marchin', I put on for my soil, plant the seed
Which should grow to a tree, tallest we’ve ever seen
So if I happen to leave, just refer to the leaves
With no college, I'm still cold, droppin' degrees
And know everything ain't what it seems
But they're all actors, they belong in a scene
The notorious scholar, payin' homage to Curtis King
'Cause I too share a similar dream
I wonder if niggas like [?] will ever make it big as Jigga
For being a lyricist, and not a pretender
You tender-minded niggas should surrender
'Cause when I return like enter, I'ma end ya
See, I was meant to filter out the ignorance
That young boy kick it like all three ninjas
Legend on the block, shout out to Legend and Block
And when it get greasy, I just call Ben [?]
Easy, ask ScHoolboy about my groove
Smoke up all this weed and don't drop one hove
Tryna make moves, but Punch keeps sayin'
That patience is virtue, and this may be true
But I can't wait to reign, like a hurricane came through
Get to swimming, and if y'all can't get it then
I'ma just hype-man for Kendrick, yo
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