Soul Cry

[Intro] You Hit wassup, nigga Wassup Soul, nigga You know kissin' this ratchets in the mouth Same shit different toilet Flush Ay for real dough Do it sound tight? [Verse 1: Ab-Soul] Considered a fuck up all of my life Too smart for my own good all of the time In kindergarten I got a kick out of pissin' on my classmates And I recall getting ass whoopings every couple days I had a Power Ranger bike I wheelied in the street Got grounded for a month for spray painting it green I went to middle school and started slacking in my studies Before the rise of AIM the gang bangers were my buddies I wasn't fit for it I needed a tailor I still went for it It wasn't out of anger I needed to be accepted in my neighborhood My mamma couldn't tell me nothing End of discussion I ain't shit I must be constipated 'Cause I ain't shit Naw, I ain't shit, I ain't shit, I ain't shit [Chorus] Things ain't always what they seem If you look close you can see What's your perception of me? Is it good? I wish it was 'Cause I ain't shit You may think I'm eating But I ain't shit Naw I ain't shit, I ain't shit, I ain't shit [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] In ninth grade I started off on the right track Got a few A's but then I bounced right back Wasn't aware my main thought was what I should wear Now that I think about it nobody really cared I grew up in the church but barely paid attention Read up on Malcolm X and started questioning religion Became a rebel I still believe in God I just doubt the authenticity of Jesus and the Devil I got my first car and started smoking black and milds The smell is like a bell in Hades, hella loud Then it was Newports and Kools on my way to school My girl hated it but still kissed me in the mouth I started ditching class more than I attended I was walking a path that I had not intended It looked as though I was mad, becoming relentless My mamma couldn't tell me nothing End of discussion I ain't shit I ain't attracting no flies man I ain't shit Naw, I ain't shit, I ain't shit, I ain't shit [Chorus] Cause I ain't shit You may think I'm eating But I ain't shit Naw I ain't shit, I ain't shit, I ain't shit [Verse 3: Ab- Soul] I got kicked out, crept back in If I wasn't fucking I was fussing with my step-dad again Oh yeah I rapped, didn't take it that serious But I flowed like an ocean among my peers Dreams of going off to college in my younger years Then the whole thought of it sounded nuts I had dumbo ears Did about a semester then I was outta there Said if I get one song on radio, I'm outta here Knowing that low ratio of successful entertainers I choose a goal, people with skulls would say was brainless Started smoking weed as soon as purple kush was famous Shifting my setting eventually as I went through changes People I seen my whole life appeared to me as strangers Created a voice through my music and now they speak my language I was in a Jay Rock video for less than 15 seconds All of a sudden niggas that I looked up to see me as a legend Now I step in clubs and sidity bitches give me hugs But back in P.E. tennis a nigga got zero love I'm just a hard headed loser My mamma was trying to save me from stalling out my future Cause I ain't shit I don't need no toilet paper man I ain't shit Naw, I ain't shit, I ain't shit, I ain't shit [Chorus] Things ain't always what they seem If you look close you can see What's your perception of me? Is it good? I wish it was Cause I ain't shit You may think I'm eating But I ain't shit Naw I ain't shit, I ain't shit, I ain't shit