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[Intro]

Yo, I been gettin high-high, high-high, high, ayy, high-er (Man)

How could I not?

[Verse 1]

Uh, get off my dick and gimme my props, you bitch, you

Show me the door and I'm pickin' the lock, you bitch, you

I JAY the state of mind and make goodbye kiss you

Soulo, also your highness, too

I'm off of the Richter, I suggest that you scale it back

We don't applaud a fish for swimming in his habitat

Lord knows about our dreams of drivin' Cadillacs

I'm definitely royalty, victory spoiled me

You see? Before promoters gave this cat a rack

I was yelling Top Dawg ENT

Look, rookie, before you step to a vet

Get some protection or end up with a STD (What the fuck)

Whether you do or you don't, the truth is spoken

The game changer, man you can't even use a token

I am Soul

[Verse 2]

You must be trippin, I'm really different

The illest being in existence

Up to the greater good, where Soul was stood, don't need specifics

Britches ain't fittin', got 'em bucklin' up

Read the sonics wrong, you try and use your knuckles or what? (Huh)

50 cents short of joinin' many men

Genuine article, in case you need a synonym

Ab-Soul-lute (Huh)

[Verse 3]

You couldn't be more wrong

I came into this motherfucker hundred-grand strong

Minus nine-nine, comma, nine-nine-nine (Uh)

That's a dream and a dollar, just a flea on my collar

I know you worried, sing "Hakuna Matata", the father

Of C-R-Son, probably whine, see y'all sons

Took it this far without a PR stunt

Let's do lunch, told you I'm the best, you cunt

Pissed off, and I ain't used the restroom once

One mississippi, two mississippi, three

Self-made, world famous, VIP

Calvin Anderson's nephew, you smell me

All I do is flame shit, and try to get paid per view

As well as pay-per-view, same shit

Basic bitches kiss the laces before you take six

N-E-M (Huh?)

This what you wanted, I rock shorts in the winter

I burn fire in hell, burn fire, inhale, that was fire as hell

I try and I fail, I try and I fail, I try and I fail

Time and time again, until I finally prevail

I couldn't kick the pail if I wanted to

God bust a nut, made me, and asked Mary "what's become of you?"

Jesus Christ, he's just nice, a few metaphors to

Rest assured that I share my light, witchu'

Dismissal