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[Intro: Da$H] Yeah Soul Nigga [Verse 1: Da$H] Catch me on a drunk night, throwin' up a dirt bike (Bike) English dikes on the back and they screamin', "Fuck life" (Fuck it) To be honest, only fuck twice (Uh) My drug jacket got the thug stripes (Nigga) I'm glad they hate me, they ain't love Christ or Mike Jordan either (Nope) Dip my blunts in ether, chase the last name of Aretha When they hear me through the speakers Man, these niggas know I mean it (Know I mean it) The mannerisms of a genius, models downin' semen The flow is scenic, the ho is black, the car is European Cream soda what we put the lean in Fuck your team, your clique, whatever you bangin' I come through, blunt lit, bucket low, nuts hangin' Like, nigga, what? Nigga, yawk! Niggas know me The fuckin' dollar, crossed to the dark side, so it's fuck Obi Kenobi You active, motherfucker, then show me I tell your fuckin' wife to blow me Nigga, it's still fuck you (Still fuck you) [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] Yo, still searchin' for Easter pink on Easter Sunday Black lip pastor Herb done lit the herb and passed it your way Master with the nouns and verbs, you haven't heard the wordplay? I'm the most def here, shouts to black Dante The stakes is high, who'd like to climb up my gate? Live from the last name of Kanye I heard your whoop-de-whoop and blasé-blasé So when I cut you off, consider Kendrick Lamar You know it's all in the family tree The helix of my DNA should read T-D-E, what can I say? (I don't know what to tell you?) I left a acid tab for Da$h on his dashboard I hope he don't crash tryna dash for it Your bitch fuckin' like, like I paid cash for it Motherfucker (Soul) [Verse 3: Mac Miller] Uh, it's young Fisherman sinkin' in Lake Michigan Innocence, voice of an angel, so Minnie Riperton Gettin' lit exquisite, bitch, live from the Wimbledon Still sinnin' as Bill Clinton, that's ill pimpin' She butt-naked swimmin', I'm payin' her no attention Workaholic, got a TV show, I know you seen the crib Nasty since a youngin', it's unsanitary birth Watch this beat get buried in a hearse, yeah I kill myself Mac hippy analog, rap midi, turn the cameras off I made you snap, I'll slap your bandana off Your bitch greet me like I'm Santa Claus Mouth wide, I'm high as a satellite, see I'm in ancient Greece, gettin' head from Aphrodite Mac is mighty, got a bunch of whities actin' like me I set the bar high, this a bizarre ride, word to Pharcyde In plaid pants, hit a hole in one on the par five Eyes closed, drinkin' whiskey, let the car drive These hoes thirsty, see the dick and they large-eyed [Verse 4: Vince Staples] Never gave a dollar to the pastor Hoes can't get inside my home without the password My past worth was measured by those who got less then now Safe to say you motherfuckers know you like my style Paved the way for they newfound vision Now they mad at a nigga, call me dad when you preachin', boy Never one for trippin', find me full-speed sprintin' While they yellin', "Coldchain" Please tell me what it is and what it ain't Niggas snifflin', catchin' feelings while I'm laughin' to the bank Chasin' bitches that they'll probably never get, what a shame Meanwhile I'll be sittin' in this critical acclaim Walkin' drowsy off a plane, drinkin' water in the rain With your daughter tryna garnish her brain for future reference I'm some shit you'll never see in the game And if I could I'd explain, but this right here's the end