Ab-Soul, Lance Skiiiwalker - Message In A Bottle lyrics

Hey Herb, it's grandma
I found a scripture and I thought about you
It says, "For what shall it profit a man
If he should gain the whole world
And lose his own soul?"
Mark 8: 36, Herb, I'm prayin' for you
Grandma loves you
I wrote this message especially for you
(Ayy, man)

First they love me, then they hate me
Then they love me again
I'm scratchin' my head
I'm rubbin' my chin
This ain't the way it was supposed to be
Supposedly, I'm close to an end
Don't push me, I'm close to the edge
I'm no rookiе

What happens ahead is a leap of your faith
You need him to hеar what you
See and see what you say
We gearing' up for somethin' major
You should stay in your lane
Tryna hydroplane in God's rain, amen
Just tryna fulfill prophecy properly
Sprinkle fronto on top of the broccoli
Gettin' high as we possibly can
I'm mogul and man
That's why I left these hoes in my hands
Hell yeah, I'm still votin' myself
The soul is a spirit floatin' in the lyrics
Guess I ghostwrote it myself
Gettin' loaded to the point
I ain't controllin' myself
Couple grams and I'm on the 'Gram
Trollin' myself
Ayy, get a hold of yourself
Gotta get over myself
Message in a bottle ain't gon' open it'self
I wrote this message especially for you
(Ayy, let me hear that one
Now everybody get your hands up high
I don't give a fuck, get your hands up high)
I wrote this message especially for you

First they love me, then they hate me
Then they love me again
I'm scratchin' my head
I'm rubbin' my chin
This ain't the way it was supposed to be
Supposedly, I'm close to an end
Don't push me, I'm close to the edge
I'm no rookie

Did ignore what you took me for (Uh, huh)
In the first place unless
It's in first place (yeah)
Worst case scenario, this shit stereo burial
You're very venereal
I'ma set you men straight (Soul)
Crooked letter O-U-L
Real recognize real and I
Don't know you well
Yet and still, waters run deep
You better fill your pail (yeah)
Your bucket'll get kicked the
Moment you inhale and then you can admit you
Really live in hell
They should sift this on digital fish scale
D-O-P-E, that's slang for what I sling
Life's a dice game and me and finna
I'm busy rummagin' through government intel
(yeah)
Stayin' on top of the subject like a CC
This message in a bottle
Ain't gon' open it'self (Nah)
Yes, Lord, nigga, but you gotta think
You been gone like five or six years

That's TDE, been signing artists hold on
The people that they done
Signed been doin' great
What, what rap group has ever done that?
A miss by most standards, ours, no
The music industry prolly wouldn't say that
They didn't hit with Ab-Soul
Yeah, yeah (Mac)

First they love me, then they hate me
Then they love me again
I'm scratchin' my head
I'm rubbin' my chin
This ain't the way it was supposed to be
Supposedly, I'm close to an end
Don't push me, I'm close to
The edge, no rookie, bitch, i'm a vet'

Show some fuckin' respect I'm sensitive
I just lost my best friend
My ego dead, I see no threat
A million clicks ahead of your penmanship
Shit, my first demo was on cassette
Lil' nigga product of determination
I define the word amazing (yeah)
Pastor Black Lip back on that shit
Don't come to altar call with an altercation
I've yet to perish, the meat can wait, uh
The Earth is Herbert's
You don't deserver her
I set the trap and you eat the bait
Who will last is a weak debate
I pray you find peace of mind
Mental and physical health and wealth
Don't be deprived by nothin' or no one else
A moment with Soul sicker than
Takin' a ghost's picture
Save a frame on your shelf
'Cause I just saw myself seein'
Myself how I see myself see for yourself
This message in a bottle
Ain't gon' open it'self

But, nobody else would say that
Yeah, the music industry would say
(Ab is sick, his projects are sick)
Ab-Soul is eclectic, he is
Sick, he makes unique, different music
He don't really give a fuck about none
Of that shit y'all talkin' 'bout
He just a different nigga