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ambitionz az a writer. - ab-soul lyrics

[intro]
ay, man
soulo, hoe, the prophet, the boat is docked
and still, n0body can stop it for real
not for fake, she ain’t a fan but she oscillates on my*

[verse]
ay, man
soulo, hoe, the prophet, the boat is docked
and still, n0body can stop it for real
not for fake, she ain’t a fan but she oscillates on my d*ck
and it give me the chills (hot, boy!)
baller blocking was never tolerated, real n*gga on point
game tighter than i properly roll joints
all smoke preferred, not deterred
true sh*t, phone on do not disturb, the mood lit
like the nembership or any split [?]
i’m not to play with, n*ggas constipated, heh
claiming that they with the sh*t, i really did the sh*t
in your imagination, if i did sh*t you n*ggas ain’t
thinking big enough, ’cause i ain’t even did enough
i got a stupid thick to*do list, who you with b*tch, if it isn’t us?
pull your britches up
and get with the program, kicking knowledge when i’m rhyming
i could make a toe jam, i be wildin’
i ain’t never chase a f*cking roadrunner, but i promise at the [?]
[?] coming out for nothing but everything
stunting ’til my dying breath (heh)
in the kitchen, cuban links clinking, i’m the iron chef
built [?], not near one of y’all
if i’m fighting with a bear, help the motherf*cker spittin’
cross the finish line of a marathon, cheesing
n*ggas in the back wheezing, that’s a metaphor for
how i does, how you doesn’t, real is relative, cousin
see what i did there? if you didn’t then you shouldn’t
the proof is in the pudding and i ate it all up (yup)
now the evidence is missing and it’s evident that the jury hung up
top dawg, underdog, still the highest, though
gettin’ twisted like a kaleidoscope
pocket full of falsettos, but on a higher note
i’m the boat, the best of all time, dead or alive
that notion don’t even require a boat
i’m tired of folks dancing ’round handing me my props
it’s gonna be a 211 if that sh*t don’t stop
i mean, is this sh*t rigged or is it just me?
the apple don’t fall too far from the indus*tree
the shadowban, man, speaking on the [?] forbidden
please don’t tell my mama this ain’t just weed
type of sh*t i come up with at 4:03 in the morning
the government thinking a proper punishment at this moment
i told punch what’ll probably happen to me but it hasn’t yet
only thing that need to be in my bio is hazardous (hee)
black lipped jesus of nazareth
bow your heads and let’s begin, the end

- ab soul lyrics

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