Cut From a Different Cloth

Look at me king

Look at me king

Soul

Kaylin on the couch sleeping

She wake up she gonna be like damnnnn

Come and spar with a titan

If you ain't knew it's true I'm zeus and I marvel at lightning

What a marvelous sight, know the thought is enticing

Flow stupid like 50 tyson don't trip with 50 cent

I beat em all like tyson, that's no coincidence

Ab-soul, don't forget the hyphen, I might throw a fit

You think I lived in the salvation army but all it is

Is that we got a new 2pacalypse now

When? Before the apocalypse

Wow, how do you come up with this?

If you behind ab, then maybe you can stomach this

Who could fuck with it?

I know you got a dick but use your head, bruh

They sleeping on me by a colony of bed bugs

Cut from a different cloth and no one knows my thread count

My mind is like a sword, you'd swore I'd have a hair cut

Soul and budden, no discussion

Joe, you know it's nothing

Wrote the score, and then I scored, metaphor, and 1

I don't know about you, hey, I don't know about them

I just do what I do, they just do what they can

They be hating on the man, with a knife in their hand

Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth

All these niggas on my dick, all these bitches on my balls

Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different cloth

Middle fingers to the fakers, middle fingers to em all

Ya'll can hold the applause

I just did what these other niggas was scared to do

Tell me life is hard, I'll ask what the fuck do you compare it to?

Quarter on the loose, I'm blessed enough that I can spare a few

Told me I'd be dead, the fact I'm breathing is a miracle

Ya'll got gollum, listening to all these dudes that ya'll call lyrical

Excluding under conclusion

That you young and you dumb if that's how they appear to you

I'd be lying if I said your words ain't bother me

Be lying I ain't think it was trickery or reverse psychology

I came in on rakim, watch ya'll take the bar, ya'll lowered it

Won't stay in line like a battered wife, ain't too many spots ya'll can go with it

How long ya'll gonna febreeze manure and think the fans won't notice it?

Nah, I ain't get angrier, but the chip on my shoulder did

Not to gloat, if I ain't one of the goats

Ya'll probably missed my track record

Either that or ya'll just ain't been keeping track of records

I just been waiting till that sentiment passed

Ya'll ain't even gotta be drunk to feel this genuine draft

I'm letting benjamins stack

Shouldn't be hard to tell if the boy is potent

I'm the only time you'll see a madman be void of emotion

Cause they fear me in any cypher the hear me in

Only rapping with soul for the outer body experience

So hats off, y'all fit for this, but y'all the type we laugh at

I'm way ahead, and when I aim for yours, something

Tells me he won't snap back

All I ever been was a outcast, this time in the moment, I moved past that

But the burner name is jackson and your alias is baghdad

It's not a game, try to execute

2K'd my old bitch, know I keep a ex to shoot

If anyone tried to do the math they'd probably be mad as fuck

Said I'd never amount to shit, now they trying to add it up