[Verse 1: Ab-Soul] Lately I been hatin' the players, still lovin' the game I know the sayin', nigga, I'm just sayin' Ain't got no gavel, who am I to judge? Get your bag, baby, that's placenta, hah What's your life about? Enlighten me I'm on ten, I'm feelin' like a strike could lighten me Stroke of genius, pull my penis out and calculate Softer ex, called my ex, she sure to validate Hold up, wait, I might bust She like "Wait", I'm like "Huh?" Gunna pushin' P, I'm fuckin' up the frequency I know what your future holds, my crystal ball is beautiful Come here frequently back to back like I had to battle Meek As usual knock your cavity is a casualty Big dick energy, bitch riddle me this How you gon' win when I slide right within? Huh? I said how you gon' win when I slide right within? Ha-ha, uh-huh, come again
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[Verse 2: Russ] Yeah, yeah I feel like I really hit the lottery, the Mega Millions Everything she got is in her name, Gabriella Wilson Baby doin' better than her counterparts Plus she from St. Louis, I ain't have to teach her how to arch her back Where I'm at, she don't give a fuck, me neither I ain't had a girl like this before, what do I feed her? Dick (Dick), loyalty, vacations Tell 'em "This my girl" and just ignore the temptations Five star suite and it came with a butler (True) She don't ask for shit, but she keep beggin' me to fuck her Ooh, this my favorite part, I got that pussy on lock And I'm the only one that knows exactly what the motherfuckin' combinations are Flick it, flick it, flick it, flick it, flick it, flick it, flick it (Left left, right right, left left, right right, left left, right right) She tellin' me I'm such a show-off, she told me to take my robe off Layback and just relax and watch it go off
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[Verse 3: Big Sean] Yeah, hey Stone Cold 3:16 when I'm enterin' Back against the same ropes that they wanna lynch me with I used to have to give my grandma shots of insulin Now it's like givin' myself fuckin' shots of adrenaline Crosswords penciled in, watchin' Jeopardy Who would have thought one day your grandson'll be the fuckin' answer Girl, you used to sit with him (Who is Big Sean?) Y'all want success all at once, I take mine in increments They playin' with my name like I gave they ass the password to go log into it With no music, I'm instrumental, I'm God's instrument Big dime, forever mobbin' It really hurt seein' that last rocket Takeoff, Houston we have a problem I see half the rap gang talk about all of the violence and how we gotta stop it And then a verse later talk about how they slidin' down on all of they opps Like it's no other option, that they don't know no other topics And if my haters had multiple choice They'd probably see me buried alive or barely alive How many friends I got to have my casket carried outside Probably not as many would stand and watch me married outside Niggas there for good times and not any other times But fuck it, I'm thankful for the tough times 'Cause that's the only time in life I can see what's mine But I adapt quickly, same girl for six years, nigga, I'm that picky Blue collar to white collar then end up Black Hippy Had signed to G.O.O.D. a group of good kids in a m.A.A.d city Blackin' out the finer light like life when it all ends Just handin' out life sentences, no wonder they call it the pen That shit really be makin' me sick Don't be droppin' my name in an interview, nigga, for views, better pick it up quick I done broke the fuckin' bank, so bad that bitch and get it fixed Me and Soulo kin like I was Anakin, we can not miss
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