Swag. Camp Shed, BCMG. Sipping sake like. . (Hook: Ali Coyote). Feel like superman, OMG. God damn, look at me. I'm in my zone, I'm with my team. Dressed in all black like Shinobi.
(feat. Arab). . And you a rich rapper. And you ever had to change yo name to!?. Wat u change yo name to a?. I'd change ma name to stan!. I change ma name to roy!.
[Soulja Boy & (A-Rab): Talking]. Ay A-Rab. (Wasup cuzo?). Man we gotta hit da skatin' rink dis weekend dog (fareel!). Boy it's goin' down boy!. (Ay which one we goin' to Soulja Boy?).
Crowded in the corner of this dark smoke-filled room. The speakers loom. It's reminiscing of the ancient souls tomb. I feel this is a rite of passage.
[Intro: Ab-Soul]. Absolutely, absolutely what I did for the last couple days. Yeah, Soul!. [Verse 1: Ab-Soul]. Smoke a half ounce in a half an hour. Runnin' late for a red-eye flight.
Pour up, drank, head shot, drank. Sit down, drank, stand up, drank. Pass out, drank, wake up, drank. Faded, drank, faded, drank. . Now I done grew up round some people living their life in bottles.
They know I put it down now they wanna say wassup. When you see me in your town say wassup. Roll around say wassup. Even ones who wear the crown say wassup.
Acid Rap!. I don't even talk to them on the phone again. Leave in the AM, on the road again. So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again. I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do.
Righteous man. Walk with me. Bear the burden. . Yo, yo, yo, no, no. Don't do you dare, cast one stone in air. I'm cracking stone with bear hands, you're a mere man.
[Intro]. (Soulo taught me...). See yea my nigga see. See yes this where sci-fi meets swag. Like the Holy Bible in a Gucci Bag. . [Verse 1: Ab-Soul]. Oh you the kid, I'm Joseph Kony.