Soul Cry - Ab-Soul

Considered a fuck up all of my life

Too smart for my own good all of the time

In kindergarten I got a kick out of pissin' on my classmates

And I recall getting ass whoopings every couple days

I had a Power Ranger bike I wheelied in the street

Got grounded for a month for spray painting it green

I went to middle school and started slacking in my studies

Before the they rise and aimed the gang bangers were my buddies

I wasn’t fit for it I needed a tailor

I still went for it

It wasn’t out of anger

I needed to be accepted in my neighborhood

My mamma couldn’t tell me nothing

End of discussion

I ain’t shit

I must be constipating

Cause I ain’t shit

Naw, I ain’t shit, I ain’t shit, I ain’t shit

Things ain’t always what they seem

If you look close you can see

What’s your perception of me?

Is it good?

I wish it was

Cause I ain’t shit

You may think I’m eating

But I ain’t shit

Naw I ain’t shit, I ain’t shit, I ain’t shit

In ninth grade I started off on the right track

Got a few A’s but then I bounced right back

Wasn’t aware my main thought was what I should wear

Now that I think about it nobody really cared

I grew up in the church but barely paid attention

Read up on Malcom X and started questioning religion

Became a rebel

I still believe in God

I just doubt the authenticity of Jesus and the Devil

I got my first car and started smoking black and milds

The smell is like a bell and Hades, hella loud

Then it was Newports and Kools on my way to school

My girl hated it but still kissed me in the mouth

I started ditching class more than I attended

I was walking a path that I had not intended

It looked as though I was mad, becoming relentless

My mamma couldn’t tell me nothing

End of discussion

I ain’t shit

I ain’t attracting no flies man I ain’t shit

Naw, I ain’t shit, I ain’t shit, I ain’t shit

Cause I ain’t shit

You may think I’m eating

But I ain’t shit

Naw I ain’t shit, I ain’t shit, I ain’t shit

I got kicked out, crept back in

If I wasn’t fucking I was fussing with my step-dad again

Oh yeah I rapped, didn’t take it that serious

But I flowed like an ocean among my peers

Dreams of going off to college in my younger years

Then the whole thought of it sounded nuts I had dumbo ears

Did about a semester then I was outta there

Said if I get one song on radio, I’m outta here

Knowing that low ratio of successful entertainers

I chose to go at people with skulls, but they was brainless

Started smoking weed as soon as purple kush was famous

Shifting my setting eventually as I went through changes

People I seen my whole life appeared to me as strangers

Created a voice through my music and now they speak my language

I was in Jay Rock video for less than 15 seconds

All of a sudden niggas that I looked up to see me as a legend

Now I step in clubs and some bitches give me hugs

But back in P.E.

tennis a nigga got zero love

I’m just a hard headed loser

My mamma was trying to save me from stalling out my future

Cause I ain’t shit

I don’t need no toilet paper man I ain’t shit

Naw, I ain’t shit, I ain’t shit, I ain’t shit

Cause I ain’t shit

You may think I’m eating

But I ain’t shit

Naw I ain’t shit, I ain’t shit, I ain’t shit