Ab-Soul - Track Two lyrics

[Intro:] B-O, what up my n***a? E3 I'm a get you on these backwoods last thing I do n***a Yeah Oh sh** n***a! Oh sh** n***a! These n***as done did it again Tae Beast why you do that man? Why the f** you had to do that man? This sh** sound like a 100 birds under the Carson Sheriff Station I told Rizac I get off my stash We really out here my n***a! [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 f*ggots 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 n***as 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, a**hole 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, a**hole 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 sh** Cause I never had sh** Same Chucks, two years straight, doing bad sh** Sick, twist two spliffs out my dime bag sh** Pissed, tryna get a good response out this bad b**h Which one of you n***as wanna call my bluff? Wish granted, call his a** 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 n***as must admire defeat You lying like Nala n***a, you know where to find a n***a 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 p**y, beat up rookies on Pro Tools You probably call his a** Soul Brother #2 And I just took a number two And ain't this track number two?