Ab-Soul - Track Two lyrics
Ab-Soul [Herbert Anthony Stevens IV] Los Angeles, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Ab-Soul - Track Two lyrics]
E3, I'ma get you on these
Backwoods, last thing I do, nigga
Yeah, oh shit, nigga! Oh shit, nigga!
These niggas did done it again
Tae Beast, why you do that, man?
Why the fuck you had to do that, man?
This shit sound like a 100 birds
Under the Carson Sheriff Station
I told Rezack, get off my sack
We really out here, my nigga!
When I roll through the city
It give me a rush yeah, I'm high off life
But I'm rollin' blunts
And they couldn't wait for Soul to reappear
Click, boom TNT, TDE, we in here
Mm, mm, mm! I can smell fear
From a mile away
You might as well get from 'round here
I run the town like Roc Nation
No exaggeration
Bet I rise like Lazarus, use your imagination
Fascinated by you faggots hatin'
Get an occupation
You in violation, provoke annihilation
Flow like the Nile River, yo
It's now or never
You had a release date, but now it's never
Yeah, welcome to the Control System
I'm stimulatin' the hoes and
Educatin' my niggas
I wiggle through potholes
My destination is vivid
To the end of the road I'm driven
Y'all trippin'… Soulo
And we stuntin' like, Ab-Soul, abstract
Asshole
(Give the people what they need) Damn right
Let 'em know
(You got some kind of disease) I'm
The illest in the business
If you ain't with the business
Mind your business
And we stuntin' like, Ab-Soul, abstract
Asshole
(Give the people what they need) Damn right
Let 'em know
(You got some kind of disease) I'm
The illest in the business
If you ain't with the business
Mind your business and we stunting like
Like I ain't never had shit
‘cause I never had shit
Same Chucks, two years straight
Doin' bad shit
Sick, twist two spliffs out my dime bag shit
Pissed, tryna get a good response
Out this bad bitch
Which one of you niggas wanna call my bluff?
Wish granted, call his ass granite
Now he mopped up
Never been locked up, but I keep a sentence
Winners win and sinners sin only
To ask God forgiveness
In this world of luxury cars and legal tender
Johnny want me like Wyclef
Jean: gone til' November
Pop my collar like I'm Don Juan
Green to my slippers
Just remember that they don't want
Me to get ignorant sinister literature
Given from this wicked minister
Witness your future diminish
No present from Saint Nicholas
In particular
You're just a thing of the past
I'm a diamond ring in the
Trash, no reason to brag, it's Ab
And we stuntin' like, Ab-Soul, abstract
Asshole
(Give the people what they need) Damn right
Let 'em know
(You got some kind of disease) I'm
The illest in the business
If you ain't with the business
Mind your business
And we stuntin' like, Ab-Soul, abstract
Asshole
(Give the people what they need) Damn right
Let 'em know
(You got some kind of disease) I'm
The illest in the business
If you ain't with the business
Mind your business and we stunting like
What's your life about? Enlighten me
Is you gon' live on your knees
Or die on your feet?
Can't lose, you niggas must admire defeat
You lyin' like Nala, nigga
You know where to find a nigga
(Del Amo) Carson in the house
The View, The Village
Scottsdale and right back around
Can't forget about The Patch, matter fact
I got some homies off Grace Ave
We go way back
Been runnin' round since L train
Cut up at Our People
Rocket was my role model
Lil Roccett my number one O-migo
Went 15 in the back alley
Hop fences and skip school
Fellowship with the gang members
And goddamn it, i still do
But just imagine if Einstein got
High and sipped juice
Broke rules, got pussy
Beat up rookies on Pro Tools
You'd probably call his ass Soul Brother #2
And I just took a number two
And ain't this track number two?