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[Intro] Yo, I been gettin high-high, high-high, high, ayy, high-er (Man) How could I not? [Verse 1] Uh, get off my dick and gimme my props, you bitch, you Show me the door and I'm pickin' the lock, you bitch, you I JAY the state of mind and make goodbye kiss you Soulo, also your highness, too I'm off of the Richter, I suggest that you scale it back We don't applaud a fish for swimming in his habitat Lord knows about our dreams of drivin' Cadillacs I'm definitely royalty, victory spoiled me You see? Before promoters gave this cat a rack I was yelling Top Dawg ENT Look, rookie, before you step to a vet Get some protection or end up with a STD (What the fuck) Whether you do or you don't, the truth is spoken The game changer, man you can't even use a token I am Soul [Verse 2] You must be trippin, I'm really different The illest being in existence Up to the greater good, where Soul was stood, don't need specifics Britches ain't fittin', got 'em bucklin' up Read the sonics wrong, you try and use your knuckles or what? (Huh) 50 cents short of joinin' many men Genuine article, in case you need a synonym Ab-Soul-lute (Huh) [Verse 3] You couldn't be more wrong I came into this motherfucker hundred-grand strong Minus nine-nine, comma, nine-nine-nine (Uh) That's a dream and a dollar, just a flea on my collar I know you worried, sing "Hakuna Matata", the father Of C-R-Son, probably whine, see y'all sons Took it this far without a PR stunt Let's do lunch, told you I'm the best, you cunt Pissed off, and I ain't used the restroom once One mississippi, two mississippi, three Self-made, world famous, VIP Calvin Anderson's nephew, you smell me All I do is flame shit, and try to get paid per view As well as pay-per-view, same shit Basic bitches kiss the laces before you take six N-E-M (Huh?) This what you wanted, I rock shorts in the winter I burn fire in hell, burn fire, inhale, that was fire as hell I try and I fail, I try and I fail, I try and I fail Time and time again, until I finally prevail I couldn't kick the pail if I wanted to God bust a nut, made me, and asked Mary "what's become of you?" Jesus Christ, he's just nice, a few metaphors to Rest assured that I share my light, witchu' Dismissal