Track Two

[Intro]

B-O, what up my nigga?

E3 I'mma get you on these backwoods last thing I do nigga

Yeah

Oh shit nigga! Oh shit nigga!

These niggas done did 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 Rizac I get off my stash

We really out here my nigga!

[Verse 1]

When I roll through the city it give me a rush

Yeah I'm high off life but I'm rolling blunts

And they couldn't wait for Soul to reappear

Click, boom. T.N.T., 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 hating, 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 stimulating the hoes and educating my niggas

I wiggle through potholes, my destination is vivid

To the end of the road I'm driven, y'all trippin'

Soulo

[Hook]

And we stunting 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

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

[Verse 2]

Like I ain't never had shit

Cause I never had shit

Same Chucks, two years straight, doing 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, illegal 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

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

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 lying 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 running round since L train cut up at our people

Rocket was my role model, Lil' Rocket my number one O-migo

With fifteen in the back alley, hop fences and skip school

Fellowship with the gang members, and goddammit I still do

But just imagine if Einstein got high and sipped juice

Broke rules, got pussy, beat up rookies on Pro Tools

You probably call his ass Soul Brother #2

And I just took a number two

And ain't this track number two?