Only - Black Hippy

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

Check, check, check check

Damn right, I’m selling out

In case one of my niggas 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 shit

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 bastard no more, I’m more mature

Call me the black lipped pastor, I walk on holy water

And Joseph ain’t my father, holla

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)

I told Punch I’ll probably get assassinated 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', bitches, and money

Me too, I came for change, too much pussy in this game

Whats my motherfuckin' name?

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)

Yo-yo-yo-yo look (Soulo)

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 vagina 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 Rockefeller that was signed to Roc-A-Fella

(Fuck 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 it’s true I wore the waves back in high school

Life’s a bitch with STDs that I just hit

The next ten years is T.D.E.'s

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—