Ab-Soul - 2013 XXL Freshman Cyphers - Episode 1 lyrics

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Ab-Soul - 2013 XXL Freshman Cyphers - Episode 1 lyrics

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$] These n***as don't beez in the trap, they like bees in this track Just smoked out, I ain't talking 'bout what you toke out Get choked out fo'rilly, thinking that this sh** a silly dream When actually reality ain't what it really seem And I ain't acting on the scene n***as scream The actions ain't screened, just well schemed I'm trying to have wealth for my well being by 18 Pockets healthy green, what the f** is 12 beans? I need the cake and cream, stakes is high like fiends off a dream Jet streaming having cuisine with the best seasons It's the vet season carry a vest you know the reason I'm in Chiraq and I'm getting blown like the breezes Your chicken strip tease us, thighs leg and the breast part is the cleavage She even lick it down to the bone marrow She in love but I don't got a bow and arrow I'm known to jack the booty like I'm sparrow They ain't trying to see me in the battle, they lines is too narrow They couldn't even outshine my shadow They don't want the beef n***a let alone the cattle They just want to ride the saddle, it's so sad though [Verse 2: Action Bronson] Hammers present, you gettin' wrapped up Uhh, jump out the Mack truck, black tux Go 'head and act up, drink the blood out of the bra** cup Your j**els are fake those are gla** cut No snakes keep the gra** cut Thick dominican women skin cinnamon with they a** up Sick spinning, I stay sh**ting like a sick pigeon Different colors glisten of the wrist prism Blicker off the hip hit 'em, spun 'em Chopped an onion, in the process peeped the diagnostics See my shorty draped up in an ostrich Smoking weed from the doctor As I sit on a train to Paris draped in fabric like an arabic Mommy always knew her boy was talented Come off tour give her 20 thou for nothing Cause it's nothing to me I'm something to see Sunk in the sea, Duncans on feet sh**s are shiny take a shower rather dump in the heat Jump out the jeep looking fly like a bundle of geese, jeez I'm on some sh** I'm talking 7 series triplets, b**hes with military fitness And my girl a shooter like Chamique Holdsclaw With coke in the door, she used to play ball For Christ the King, selling d** got her the icy ring though Me [Verse 3: Ab-Soul] The last black hippy to get a wiki I'm in your city getting a hickey from your chick in her Vickies Don't try act like I ain't popping homie My style like Mandela meets Monster Kody Cop backwoods by the box bro, OG only Drop 460 for a zip, need 2 to be cozy I hate to stunt but look me up Evil Knievel ain't much when I do my stuff Polo tee polo black cologne Burberry by my nuts she won't leave me lone The Levi's was on sale, but I ain't flexing hard Flexing, never had a 24 Hour Fitness card I told myself I wouldn't flip I made a little bit I'm no magician but I hope this blue dolphin do the trick Behind the mic with a thizz face You take your Mrs. through my entrance thats a mistake I got it bad like Usher Raymond Middle finger to the plaintiff, screaming Top Dawg Entertainment Look I don't know why you n***as hating I take that back cause I know why you n***as hating I just said it cause I likeded how it came in I even used likeded, that ain't a word, I'm just saying I got to be the greatest on this land, I spell high with 3 I's and I'll never never land The rap Mike Jack, Peter Pan with 28 grams Hendrix with no guitar, Albert on Adderall Yeah, jug Smoke 'til I'm Weezy don't worry what's in my cup [Verse 4: Travis Scott] Speeding, and damn I'm leaning, on the Kawasaki In the lobby, got me dro codinein', out in Abu Dabi Chain beaming, hope it ain't anemic, cause you might feel drowsy Out in Sweden, just me and four women, and we all playing hockey Blow Scott La Flame, pimpin, no cane Rocking the chain and hood with no pa** f**ed up the flow, nothing but fam cause n***as be hoes Have that, pa** that, light it up and then blow Imagery abstract, it's like NASDAQ when I stock it up and then grow Packed it up and moved to Goldman Sachs, my n***a Yeezy done taught me that Young n***as in the Soho House spilling booze wherever the Barbies at Damn homie, this a movie n***a, take a picture or somethin', where your Kodak at? Scottie is tokin and swimming with women, he writing, producing, then score and filming it Oh god, my god, this sh** be like God-level n***a you talking money n***a, stacking several Bonds over billions n***as the real is in the building With Ye and Hova n***as know what the deal is The deal is n***a the realest Young Scott the rock, rocking from the Phyllis Got my n***a Bronson, Joey, Ab-Soul And you know a n***a pockets getting swole on the road, yup