Yeah, nigga
This shit for all my niggas that was in the struggles
It's death or hotbox, nigga
All my dawgs that was at the house (Soulo)
With Sid getting it in
If you know you know (I got it)
If not, let these niggas know what's up, Bucko (amen)
United States of Del Amo
190, the Glock concealed
As well as other shit the 12 will never find for real
You feel me, spent the dub on the watch, call it Samuel
'Cause he was in the time to kill
Figure deal me, the messy Messiah riding filthy
Underground Emperor to 2024
Bun B and Pimp C, I'm sipping codeine, it ain't grenadine
My soda prettier in pink than Molly on the movie screen
I ain't lying, used to sing, "I just can't wait to be king"
Left a nigga scarred, hyenas laughing at everything
Straps clapping at everything, get a round of applause
Niggas flexing on everything, f*ck the arm of the law
And I put that on everything, my mama, daughters, and my queen
Great like Alexander and Alexander McQueen
Skate like Tony Hawk, you novice, try an ollie
Tyson up in the ring with Muhammad Ali
Back in like 73
The analogy is you won't want to be casualty battling me
You think you talented, I grab you by my talons then I eat
Your DNA leaking like molasses off of my beak
I need more like eeny, meeny, miny
Niggas acting real Mickey that's why many can't find me
You ain't spending big money then you can't stand by me
Got your BM DM'ing me demon time like get behind me
Fast forward I just left Pound Town
Gang'nem making noise in HD and Surround Sound
Blame the game bitch, don't blame me if you foul out
I'm off the chain, Top Dawg, all bite, no bow wow
No disrespect to Shad though
A rolling stone gathers no moss, ride or die, ho
F*ck these niggas talkin' bout, man?
You got something on your chest, put it on the floor, nigga
And make sure you stand on business, pussy-ass nigga
Ha, I play the bullshit from the backseat, cuz
Told you I'm a soldier, got the Folgers for your mean mug
Yeah, my team up, you dumb bitch
Couldn't touch us if you teamed up with the f*ckin' military
Top Dawg is the Army, better yet the Navy
If we talking 'bout money now we talking, baby, yeah
Used to play hide and go get it in IKEA
Now I make a play and go get it rhyming my ideas
You see what I'm talking about, man?
You niggas ain't really touching my little nigga Soulo
In this rap shit man
You need to step your bars up and get yo' shit together
And that's coming from the biggest Bucko, nigga
Born under chaos, ya bitch
See, normally I wouldn't do this but the people need this
The hottest prophet next to Jesus, a true disciple of cuddy
I give my highest respects to Cudi
What's good Christ, baby? Keep them blessings coming
Impenetrable, if I do I bleed blue
A mack from my hat to my boots, make your MacBook reboot
Cannibal and instrumentals dinner time I meet you
I got cake, she got cake, my fang's a sweet tooth
And she just want to f*ck a nigga with a big dick and a big chain
I've been insane in the membrane
I bend your bitch over right after she blow my whistle
Then I stroke her 'til she called Jehovah over and over and over
Oh no, I just came on your throw pillow
So rude of me, please send me the cleaner bill
Left fresh prints in your crib like Uncle Phil
I'm the B.O.a.t you ain't the goat
You more like a slice of eel
Now that's ill
Oh, yeah, shoutout all my Top Notch niggas, man
The flyest niggas in this bitch, and-
Nah, nah, hold on, let me get it back, f*ck that P, uh
Check my bags, I travel like pilots
It's Soulo season for sure don't miss the pilot
I gotta eat, you know the pie lit
Building billions trying to pile it
Born under chaos, keeping order and beating cases off
'Cause I'm the biggest Bucko JR
I ain't tweaking, nigga
Enlighten niggas like beacons, nigga
Pastor Black Lip not the deacon, nigga
Reap it, nigga
Meet me on both knees at the altar
I'm Bruce Lee moving just like water
And, bitch, I put that on my oldest daughter
I ain't the King of Carson no more, I'm the Father
Carson, Cali to be exact, with all due respect, bitch
It's the 'Nembership, nigga
Come see about the Soul session if you want, baby
We shining 'cause the light on our side
Soulo dolo (yeah)
Yeah, I'm a python, nigga (yeah, nigga)
We python, nigga
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Yeah, nigga
This shit for all my niggas that was in the struggles
It's death or hotbox, nigga
All my dawgs that was at the house (Soulo)
With Sid getting it in
If you know you know (I got it)
If not, let these niggas know what's up, Bucko (amen)
United States of Del Amo
190, the Glock concealed
As well as other shit the 12 will never find for real
You feel me, spent the dub on the watch, call it Samuel
'Cause he was in the time to kill
Figure deal me, the messy Messiah riding filthy
Underground Emperor to 2024
Bun B and Pimp C, I'm sipping codeine, it ain't grenadine
My soda prettier in pink than Molly on the movie screen
I ain't lying, used to sing, "I just can't wait to be king"
Left a nigga scarred, hyenas laughing at everything
Straps clapping at everything, get a round of applause
Niggas flexing on everything, f*ck the arm of the law
And I put that on everything, my mama, daughters, and my queen
Great like Alexander and Alexander McQueen
Skate like Tony Hawk, you novice, try an ollie
Tyson up in the ring with Muhammad Ali
Back in like 73
The analogy is you won't want to be casualty battling me
You think you talented, I grab you by my talons then I eat
Your DNA leaking like molasses off of my beak
I need more like eeny, meeny, miny
Niggas acting real Mickey that's why many can't find me
You ain't spending big money then you can't stand by me
Got your BM DM'ing me demon time like get behind me
Fast forward I just left Pound Town
Gang'nem making noise in HD and Surround Sound
Blame the game bitch, don't blame me if you foul out
I'm off the chain, Top Dawg, all bite, no bow wow
No disrespect to Shad though
A rolling stone gathers no moss, ride or die, ho
F*ck these niggas talkin' bout, man?
You got something on your chest, put it on the floor, nigga
And make sure you stand on business, pussy-ass nigga
Ha, I play the bullshit from the backseat, cuz
Told you I'm a soldier, got the Folgers for your mean mug
Yeah, my team up, you dumb bitch
Couldn't touch us if you teamed up with the f*ckin' military
Top Dawg is the Army, better yet the Navy
If we talking 'bout money now we talking, baby, yeah
Used to play hide and go get it in IKEA
Now I make a play and go get it rhyming my ideas
You see what I'm talking about, man?
You niggas ain't really touching my little nigga Soulo
In this rap shit man
You need to step your bars up and get yo' shit together
And that's coming from the biggest Bucko, nigga
Born under chaos, ya bitch
See, normally I wouldn't do this but the people need this
The hottest prophet next to Jesus, a true disciple of cuddy
I give my highest respects to Cudi
What's good Christ, baby? Keep them blessings coming
Impenetrable, if I do I bleed blue
A mack from my hat to my boots, make your MacBook reboot
Cannibal and instrumentals dinner time I meet you
I got cake, she got cake, my fang's a sweet tooth
And she just want to f*ck a nigga with a big dick and a big chain
I've been insane in the membrane
I bend your bitch over right after she blow my whistle
Then I stroke her 'til she called Jehovah over and over and over
Oh no, I just came on your throw pillow
So rude of me, please send me the cleaner bill
Left fresh prints in your crib like Uncle Phil
I'm the B.O.a.t you ain't the goat
You more like a slice of eel
Now that's ill
Oh, yeah, shoutout all my Top Notch niggas, man
The flyest niggas in this bitch, and-
Nah, nah, hold on, let me get it back, f*ck that P, uh
Check my bags, I travel like pilots
It's Soulo season for sure don't miss the pilot
I gotta eat, you know the pie lit
Building billions trying to pile it
Born under chaos, keeping order and beating cases off
'Cause I'm the biggest Bucko JR
I ain't tweaking, nigga
Enlighten niggas like beacons, nigga
Pastor Black Lip not the deacon, nigga
Reap it, nigga
Meet me on both knees at the altar
I'm Bruce Lee moving just like water
And, bitch, I put that on my oldest daughter
I ain't the King of Carson no more, I'm the Father
Carson, Cali to be exact, with all due respect, bitch
It's the 'Nembership, nigga
Come see about the Soul session if you want, baby
We shining 'cause the light on our side
Soulo dolo (yeah)
Yeah, I'm a python, nigga (yeah, nigga)
We python, nigga
This shit for all my niggas that was in the struggles
It's death or hotbox, nigga
All my dawgs that was at the house (Soulo)
With Sid getting it in
If you know you know (I got it)
If not, let these niggas know what's up, Bucko (amen)
United States of Del Amo
190, the Glock concealed
As well as other shit the 12 will never find for real
You feel me, spent the dub on the watch, call it Samuel
'Cause he was in the time to kill
Figure deal me, the messy Messiah riding filthy
Underground Emperor to 2024
Bun B and Pimp C, I'm sipping codeine, it ain't grenadine
My soda prettier in pink than Molly on the movie screen
I ain't lying, used to sing, "I just can't wait to be king"
Left a nigga scarred, hyenas laughing at everything
Straps clapping at everything, get a round of applause
Niggas flexing on everything, f*ck the arm of the law
And I put that on everything, my mama, daughters, and my queen
Great like Alexander and Alexander McQueen
Skate like Tony Hawk, you novice, try an ollie
Tyson up in the ring with Muhammad Ali
Back in like 73
The analogy is you won't want to be casualty battling me
You think you talented, I grab you by my talons then I eat
Your DNA leaking like molasses off of my beak
I need more like eeny, meeny, miny
Niggas acting real Mickey that's why many can't find me
You ain't spending big money then you can't stand by me
Got your BM DM'ing me demon time like get behind me
Fast forward I just left Pound Town
Gang'nem making noise in HD and Surround Sound
Blame the game bitch, don't blame me if you foul out
I'm off the chain, Top Dawg, all bite, no bow wow
No disrespect to Shad though
A rolling stone gathers no moss, ride or die, ho
F*ck these niggas talkin' bout, man?
You got something on your chest, put it on the floor, nigga
And make sure you stand on business, pussy-ass nigga
Ha, I play the bullshit from the backseat, cuz
Told you I'm a soldier, got the Folgers for your mean mug
Yeah, my team up, you dumb bitch
Couldn't touch us if you teamed up with the f*ckin' military
Top Dawg is the Army, better yet the Navy
If we talking 'bout money now we talking, baby, yeah
Used to play hide and go get it in IKEA
Now I make a play and go get it rhyming my ideas
You see what I'm talking about, man?
You niggas ain't really touching my little nigga Soulo
In this rap shit man
You need to step your bars up and get yo' shit together
And that's coming from the biggest Bucko, nigga
Born under chaos, ya bitch
See, normally I wouldn't do this but the people need this
The hottest prophet next to Jesus, a true disciple of cuddy
I give my highest respects to Cudi
What's good Christ, baby? Keep them blessings coming
Impenetrable, if I do I bleed blue
A mack from my hat to my boots, make your MacBook reboot
Cannibal and instrumentals dinner time I meet you
I got cake, she got cake, my fang's a sweet tooth
And she just want to f*ck a nigga with a big dick and a big chain
I've been insane in the membrane
I bend your bitch over right after she blow my whistle
Then I stroke her 'til she called Jehovah over and over and over
Oh no, I just came on your throw pillow
So rude of me, please send me the cleaner bill
Left fresh prints in your crib like Uncle Phil
I'm the B.O.a.t you ain't the goat
You more like a slice of eel
Now that's ill
Oh, yeah, shoutout all my Top Notch niggas, man
The flyest niggas in this bitch, and-
Nah, nah, hold on, let me get it back, f*ck that P, uh
Check my bags, I travel like pilots
It's Soulo season for sure don't miss the pilot
I gotta eat, you know the pie lit
Building billions trying to pile it
Born under chaos, keeping order and beating cases off
'Cause I'm the biggest Bucko JR
I ain't tweaking, nigga
Enlighten niggas like beacons, nigga
Pastor Black Lip not the deacon, nigga
Reap it, nigga
Meet me on both knees at the altar
I'm Bruce Lee moving just like water
And, bitch, I put that on my oldest daughter
I ain't the King of Carson no more, I'm the Father
Carson, Cali to be exact, with all due respect, bitch
It's the 'Nembership, nigga
Come see about the Soul session if you want, baby
We shining 'cause the light on our side
Soulo dolo (yeah)
Yeah, I'm a python, nigga (yeah, nigga)
We python, nigga
Writer: Andrew Boyd, Armon Stringer, Herbert Anthony Stevens IV, Kevin Pennington
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Performed By: Ab-Soul
Language: English
Length: 4:33
Written by: Andrew Boyd, Armon Stringer, Herbert Anthony Stevens IV, Kevin Pennington