Yeah Check, check, check, check, check, check Check, check Mic, oh Mic check, mic check, one, two Uh, yeah Ay, man, look Righteous man Wrong one to fuck with, run quick, get an eye exam (uh)
Couldn't see me if I just swam Couldn't touch me with Midas hand Y'all don't feel me though Literally, never had a bully thus far, but Temptation my sparring partner My guard's up like the air forced me (yeah) Your crucifixion story, therefore (therefore) Never dare cross me To speak the good words what we here for (listen) But that you knew
Don't even get me started with a sentence 'Less we talkin' bout capping, too (no cap) Yeah, Ab-Soul after loot, that's true, put it together Absolute, that's true, you know Soul glow like a spray for your natural (yeah) I ain't as friendly but I move like Casper move (yeah) You never seen me with a semi, I ain't have to shoot (yeah) To keep an El Capitan, theatrical Never wore a rosary or went to confession But if I could clean this mess up with a message It'll be a blessing (ay) God willing, you may have heard of Jack and Jill
But we not healing (nah) Niggas still packin' steel Man, we need to stop trippin' (yeah) Why throw your block up if you not buildin'? And the streets keep watching every step I take They wanna chop it up with Soul like the old Kanye (Soul) The angel with an angle, the demon that means well Rewrite history then sell it for retail (yeah) Possibly for a good person who is clearly triumphant Isn't an interesting game What we want is a game where it always seems That the good side is about to lose Yeah
Standing on the shoulder of giants, a good man turned tyrant That's the after effects of my environment I'm much more enlightened, my senses are more high than Me and A B hyphen like the clash of the titans Duckin' the sirens, gawking on my gourmets Heart of stone over the organs, flow like Poseidon I'm like a lichen, no silver lining I don't like what you writing You a little outta line, you believe the hype Sooner or later you feel the wrath of my bite And I ain't even gotta slide I might do it outta spite (do it outta spite) Niggas is testing my imperfections Till I run a misdirection, and blitz your whole section This might offend my political connections Jigga told me why bother with peasants (Leave them niggas alone)
A good man might I remind myself But I chop you boys in half you get beside yourself, ha When it comes to Herb, bruh, first off You know I'm sayin', he wanted to snap off with the Snap you feel me? And, like just how he finessed a name and really snapped into his own I can respect that the youngins still kickin' it you feel me? So, yeah, yeah, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma take it back to the On the phone mixtape, hotboxin' the whip, you know just Having an opportunity to make volumes, you know I'm sayin'? This was before a mixtape, before a single drop
Confirmação de Idade
Esta letra possui restrição de idade, você deve ter mais que 18 anos para acessá-la.