[Intro]
And I don't keep my head up, I keep it down cause God do
Ay look, don't worship me, I'm not Christ

I'm not God, but I try to be

[Verse 1]

Check, check, check check
Damn right, I'm selling out
In case one of my ^!$$%s go to jail, I can bail em out

I heard that lucifer's the angel of music
This is preposterous, so much for Gospel we all stupid
Look, toast to the gods, Del Amo Boulevard

That's where I was, pacing back and forth like I was on drugs
And I was, but I was comin' up with some raw %#@!
It was either this or hittin' licks with whats-her-name and them

They had that work, turns out I'm sellin' crinack anyway
She been standin' in line since the AM just to hear my statements
I ain't the black lipped !@$( no more, I'm more mature

Call me the black lipped pastor, I walk on holy water
And Joseph ain't my father, holla


[Hook]
Many gon' come, many gon' go
Only time'll tell, only God knows

Coldest under moon, hottest under sun
Many gon' come, but there is only one
Soul-o, soul-o, soul-o

S-soul-o, soul-o, soul-o (There is only one)
Soul-o, soul-o, soul-o
S-soul-o, soul-o, soul-o (There is only one)

Soul-o, soul-o, soul-o
S-soul-o, soul-o, soul-o (There is only one)
Soul-o, soul-o, soul-o

S-soul-o, soul-o, soul-o (There is only one)

[Verse 2]

I told Punch I'll probably get $$#assinated by the government
Reverse psychology, they gotta keep me alive
To make like what I'm sayin' is lies, surprise!

I just left Burberry and dropped five, like I went half on a dime
But not this time, Soul-o
And I don't find it odd, I'm breakin' even

Maybe I should've prayed to Jesus instead of Herbert Stevens
I'd rather murder beats than murder people, for this reason
I seek an instrumental in attempts to leave it bleedin'

You a menstrual cycle with flower pedals to a Harley
Rap Genius'll decode it for me
Homie

I came from nothin'
No really, I came from nuttin'
You got here, but you came for nothin'

No really, you came for nuttin', (*##$es, and money
Me too, I came for change, too much #~!!@ in this game
Whats my mother$#&@in' name?


[Hook]


[Verse 3]
Yo-yo-yo-yo look (Soul-o)
Who else could rhyme like me

I'm making profit off of prophecy
We built this dynasty on democracy and philosophy
A lil geometry some ##&*%$ and a lot of weed

A fifth of Hen, a pint of lean and a bible, G
OD flow, A-B Soul, if you forget the dash you uh wish you didn't
Who am I kiddin' I'mma artist arsonist a good samaritan with bad habits

Kendrick Lamar on the acid tablet
And a groove between Q and Langston Hughes
Rock if he was a rockafella that was signed to Roc-A-Fella

($#&@ Black Hippy)
Huge views we need a telescope to tell you dope
I'm not like you, I close my eyes and I see Metatron's Cube

No dream to sell you though my mind move like a monsoon
Lagoon its true I rode the waves back in high school
Life's a (*##$ with STD's that I just hit

The next ten years is T.D.E.
I got dough but I used to shine poor unlike Shyne Po
Cause now Shyne po'and Shyne shine no mo'
Thats how it goes when ya cons outweighin' ya pros
I got three eyes two lungs full of OG but only one -*static*