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[Part I] [Intro] Low the Great Ayy Man [Verse] Niggas got the whole game fucked up Only hit Low for the bop So hit low for the chopped cheese on a roll Tell Ock, "Chop, chop" Circa 2011 in NY, dolo in the studio, breakin' bread with Shipes, gettin' his opinion on "L.T.M" Then some lil' niggas on skateboards slid in, quiet as mice (Ssh) Sooner than later, I would find out they were being attentive, i.e, great minds think alike Silence is a prophet, probably why all these niggas talkin' It was all a blur, blowing big dour by the O, word to mother They relieved the era of the pros Yeah, I brought the HiiiPower to the east coast That's a double enten', I ain't got time to explain EC, BC out in Brooklyn Hoppin' turnpikes, dabbing up Fly and Steezy Plus a lil' badass name ringin' bells on the internet "'Member them kids on skateboards?" I was partying in like we never met Badmon tings, pine frying in the spliff, hitting like a cigarette Me and Doe fell in love with the Backwoods, then became irrelevant, hmm Come to find out STEEZ was the leader of the whole shit Wish we could've bust it down more 'fore he transitioned Fast forward, 4-7 on me permanently Meanin', if you fucking with them, then you fucking with TDE This a competitive game, niggas better be in shape Catch you a friendly fade, then keep it that way TDEast was a motherfuckin' stretch, real shit Told niggas he was back in the gym, not just readin' no script Quill was insensitive mentionin' that bridge But y'all wasn't there when we was speaking at my intervention And Vaughn Wick might've referenced Puff a lil' too much But cuh wanted all the motherfuckin' smoke, hence why he was so blunt I don't know you other niggas, I ain't ever knockin' no hustle I'm just sayin', you might want to tap in before you end up in some trouble, huh Thought you knew he was the mafia, huh Big dogs on top of ya, huh Pause on that, I put the paws on all y'all And I got lockjaw, might wanna fall on back, all y'all whack (All y'all whack) Niggas caught theyself tryna defend Dot Hehe, haha When gang knows this straight, dancing around stadiums sold out It's best y'all back up, 'cause quite frankly, if he actually needed back up Y'all know he'd just bring Soul out (Soul) The blogs sayin' the coast done lost, that's a bad look The homie literally just popped out and set the stage for y'all, what the fuck? I got love for the Beast Coast, well, we the best one, west up Quit bumpin' your gums, get back in the booth, stop playing with us (On God) Got me feeling like ice cubes sitting in a glass half full But I'm straight out of Carson, bringing the arson, lil' nigga, watch your attitude Ayy, the new boom-bye yae-ga The Bottega in Chuck Taylors Might make Dre drop "Detox", and reunite Black Hippy, don't tempt me Man [Outro] Soul [Part II] [Interlude: Elliott Wilson, DJ Hed & Jeremy Hecht] Soul's the Boogeyman? Nobody want to do that with Soul (He's different) Why? Why? I mean, I know he's dope but why? Like, like, nobody want to do that with Soul Soul's-, Soul not-, Soul not- Soul not Dot It ain't gon' be no bops It ain't gon' be no- (You'll get f-) [Intro: Ab-Soul] Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, yo Ray Don't worry 'bout nun', we gon' get these bands, though I see it, I see you Ayy, man Give me my props Give me my, woo Give me my props [Verse] Everything don't happen for a reason Your bitch in Soul DM, I'm more in season Yeah, I'm more appeasin' I need me a Grammy just so I can piece it Somebody get Moosa on the line I'm still- Joey my lil' homie, hold on, don't enter the void If you knew, clear the room 'fore I seek and destroy Bang, bang, bang, I'm so corrupted I wanna call out names But that'll be a waste of my time 'Cause don't nobody want it with A- B, don't forget the dash Unless you make the Meta mad Dollar sign-O-U-L you can fucking have (Yah) Compliments to the company Carson across my belly, I'll prove I won already Bar none, don't cross the ninety-one without a pass You gon' need credentials and premium gas And I'ma slap Akademiks when I see him [Outro: Ab-Soul] Where you niggas from? (Huh?) Where you niggas at? (Huh?) Give my props, huh, huh Give me my-, huh Give my props, huh Give me my-, huh, huh Give my props!