Ab-Soul, Da$H, RetcH - Whalé lyrics

I brought the lighter too
I got it with me this time

Yo (Soul) sinister literature
Read my riddles it'll get rid
Of ya quicker than ritalin
Red bones leave me with a ridden dick
How real is this?
Think of sinnin' man's cinema, sweet
Til the servant serves you the vinegar
It's deep
Simple as finding algorithms and statistics
Walking with your children in
The red light district
Look at me, dancing with Alori's ghost
Hope I don't got two left feet
You know I love you mama!
Keep my ear to the street, concrete jungle
At the top dog eat dog homie, stay humble
If it'll be it'll be, damn straight
My plan A was to beat up a beat
Put words together like Scrabble
Dazzle a audience
At first it sounded like babel
But now it all makes sense
I brought it 'round full
Circle for y'all squares
Bad to the bone, you
Goody two-shoes couldn't compare, yeah
If fair is fair I'm the air
Not next to the king, but what you breathe
You may not see, but believe me I'm there
This inspiration, I been here before
I'm on my 777th incarnation, Soul
I H-A T-E Y-O-U

Wake up and read about my
Capers in the Sunday papers
Young Vincent Vega
Got a date with Uma Thurman later
Prescription drugs run through the arteries
Tell myself, this what a god should be
The engine run, don't need no starter key
Pray the lord, the devil pardon me
Immortal partially
I tell Benson to pull up through the portal
Just so he could fuckin' toss the piece
No traces, no faces, beat the court cases
Cowboy like I'm Troy Aikman
Walk in the bank, yolk up the teller
Tell him crack the safe grab the case
Then ash the blunt in the bastard's face
Then evaporate don't got no time to waste
More than I make it seem though
Gettin' paid for spittin' mean quotes
Backflip off a motherfuckin' speed boat
Land on a dolphin
Laser on his head just in case
I see a shark fin
I do it often, lay in your coffin
Niggas better off
My bitches draped in terrycloth
I'm a idol for every boss, you been a fraud
I play the track and bet a rack on the horses
With an Iraqi bitch, her features is gorgeous
I did all this, nigga
Smell the scent when I walk in the room nigga
Cause if you ain't know, it's money nigga
Every dollar, every day gettin' fast money
You motherfuckin' know

I H-A T-E Y-O-U

Like, fuck you
I write the raps on a roof in January
I'm by the pool just left New York
I'm on the road for the chips
These Jordan 6's, been everywhere
Could bet he there there if the 'fetti near
Posted at the function with the Henny stare
3 quarter length on the jacket
Smooth as a fingeroll
I ship the blow out in cicero
I smoke the Frieza, count the Piccolo
Pinkie ring right under the mistletoe
Like kiss it ho
Bend her over and send her home
I mix the oxtail sauce right on the rooftop
Cookin' apron and tube socks
Came a long way from blue tops
Shit a couple more shows I'm
Fit for a new drop
But they wantin' what you got
Ride around with that ooh-wop
For the niggas that think I'm slippin'
Like the cats that murdered Harold
Ran and blammed him asked him
If he needed help, heartless
For a piece of wealth like there
Couldn't be peace and wealth
The piece is felt right beneath the belt
Stealth left the courthouse
Sold the rocks in my dress socks
9-5 finna be more burner blunts
At the rest stop met the connect by the dock
He sported the dreadlocks
Jordans was dead stock
I never once shook his hand
It's nothin' but head nods
Yeah we keep it classy
The whip is clean, but the seats is ashy
Snazzy make your bitch boof a quarter
Hit the border
Take a shit just to serve the order, Porter
I H-A T-E Y-O-U