Riddims 2.0

[Hook]

My thoughts are [?]

Riddims in my head

[Verse 1]

This is my life, this is what I do

Been did this shit since I was a little dude

Jogging home, stacking lyrics in the zone and evoke it; spittle

Sharp as a sickle like they ain't know it

These riddims in my head got me composing in 3D

Knee-deep, spit feces

Shooting the shit, overdeveloped and over the script

Half of these rappers they leave in the back

Go over their head like a solar eclipse

I'm in the zone on that gone shit

My own shit like when I own this

Don't let the pretty face fool ya

Cause in the mist of a second I might flip the script

Flipside and disrespect 'em

[?] or whatever the fuck happened

Then put it in my rapping

I came here to get it cracking, make you pop a sherm

Drunk swerving in the fast lane sipping Bourbon

[?] it just ain't working

Searching for the perfect drug, [?] surface

And everything's a rap to me

You all prospects in this, no one's exempt from me

My mama didn't raise no dummy

I'm laughing in my head, but ain't shit funny

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]

And you can't take shit from me

I used to try to make sense, now I make money

I'm sick, sorry, my nose runny

The riddims in my head is arithmetic to teach a dummy

I had to dumb it down a thousand [?] and that ain't for me

I'd rather climb the highest mountain 'til my lungs collapse

From the altitude, but they'll remember who I was

I keep drying the rain where it ain't sunny

And I'mma make 'em pay a fortune for these Carson tales

Like how we dodged the Carson sheriff everywhere we dwelled

I wasn't selling, but I was with the felons that were

I'd never mention their names and that's how you get murked

I'll tell you simple and plain I flip the switch on my brain

And put my twist on the game and now I'm spending dough

You know I'm going insane, I blow an O to the face

Then drop a fo' in that thing, just ask my nigga Do

I'm good to go, green light, pedal to the floor

Got the green lit, finna go back to the stove

Say what? Soulo -- Say what? Soulo

Say what? Soulo -- Say what? Soul

[Verse 3]

You don't know my story, all you know is what you might've heard

My daddy did the break dance and moved uus to the 'burbs

1997 'til 2004, Right before the house were closed

Donna twerking with the wrist, was putting clothes on us like a mannequin

An exotic little bitch just copped a [?]

Tonic water mixed with the Vodka water

Seen it like a [?] on the ass and strip

There's virgin blood in the tub, take a bath in it, bitch

I ask and you shall receive, they call me 6 cellphones

Creeping on you like Yao Ming with the bells on

A booky nigga I can not be

If I die then do not grieve, the keys can unlock me

Aye, you a traitor like Sasuke

I flip a bitch like a switchblade, games we do not play

And see you carve me on my off-day

If I catch a nigga in the walkway, leave a nigga in chalk chained

[Hook]