Do it sound tight?
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[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
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Considered a fuck up all of my life
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Too smart for my own good all of the time
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In kindergarten I got a kick out of pissin' on my classmates
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And I recall getting ass whoopings every couple days
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I had a Power Ranger bike I wheelied in the street
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Got grounded for a month for spray painting it green
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I went to middle school and started slacking in my studies
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Before the they rise and aimed the gang bangers were my buddies
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I wasn't fit for it I needed a tailor
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I still went for it
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It wasn't out of anger
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I needed to be accepted in my neighborhood
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My mamma couldn't tell me nothing
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End of discussion
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I ain't shit
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I must be constipating
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Cause I ain't shit
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Naw, I ain't shit, I ain't shit, I ain't shit
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[Hook:]
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Things ain't always what they seem
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If you look close you can see
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What's your perception of me?
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Is it good? I wish it was
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Cause I ain't shit
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You may think I'm eating
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But I ain't shit
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Naw I ain't shit, I ain't shit, I ain't shit
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[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
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In ninth grade I started off on the right track
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Got a few A's but then I bounced right back
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Wasn't aware my main thought was what I should wear
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Now that I think about it nobody really cared
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I grew up in the church but barely paid attention
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Read up on Malcom X and started questioning religion
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Became a rebel
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I still believe in God
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I just doubt the authenticity of Jesus and the Devil
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I got my first car and started smoking black and milds
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The smell is like a bell and Hades, hella loud
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Then it was Newports and Kools on my way to school
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My girl hated it but still kissed me in the mouth
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I started ditching class more than I attended
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I was walking a path that I had not intended
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It looked as though I was mad, becoming relentless
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My mamma couldn't tell me nothing
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End of discussion
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I ain't shit
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I ain't attracting no flies man I ain't shit
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Naw, I ain't shit, I ain't shit, I ain't shit
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[Hook:]
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Cause I ain't shit
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You may think I'm eating
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But I ain't shit
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Naw I ain't shit, I ain't shit, I ain't shit
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[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
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I got kicked out, crept back in
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If I wasn't fucking I was fussing with my step-dad again
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Oh yeah I rapped, didn't take it that serious
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But I flowed like an ocean among my peers
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Dreams of going off to college in my younger years
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Then the whole thought of it sounded nuts I had dumbo ears
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Did about a semester then I was outta there
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Said if I get one song on radio, I'm outta here
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Knowing that low ratio of successful entertainers
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I chose to go at people with skulls, but they was brainless
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Started smoking weed as soon as purple kush was famous
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Shifting my setting eventually as I went through changes
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People I seen my whole life appeared to me as strangers
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Created a voice through my music and now they speak my language
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I was in Jay Rock video for less than 15 seconds
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All of a sudden niggas that I looked up to see me as a legend
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Now I step in clubs and some bitches give me hugs
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But back in P.E. tennis a nigga got zero love
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I'm just a hard headed loser
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My mamma was trying to save me from stalling out my future
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Cause I ain't shit
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I don't need no toilet paper man I ain't shit
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Naw, I ain't shit, I ain't shit, I ain't shit
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[Hook:]
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Cause I ain't shit
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You may think I'm eating
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But I ain't shit
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Naw I ain't shit, I ain't shit, I ain't shit
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Soul Cry
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| Ab-Soul |
