Ab-Soul

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Oh my God, I swear to God
Get the fuck outta my face, seriously (DoeBurger!)
You ain't the homie, this ain't for you
Ain't chasin' paper, this ain't for you
You know what we came to do (Ayy)
You know what we came to do (Man, look)

I'm in a league of my own, y'all need to leave it alone
I'ma just eat everything, I'ma just leave you the bones
Call it a even exchange, there ain't no need to explain
Yeah, it should be over-stood, like when I hop in a plane
And I fly over your hood, y'all should be knocking on wood
Don't make me go 'gainst the grain, I ate my Wheaties, I'm good

Huh, huh, huh, huh, fuck out my face (Fuck out my face)
Fuck out my face, you ho
Fuck out my face (Fuck out my face)
Fuck out my face (Fuck out my face) fuck out my face, you ho
On my mama and my pops
You ain't squad, you the opp, nigga stop (Fuck out my face)
Yeah, yeah, keep them other vibes off
On the other side, uh, side, uh (Fuck out my face, you ho)
Nigga, yeah, bitch-ass nigga

Face it, you're basic, I'm basically one in infinity (Ayy)
Back to the basics, my friend is my enemy's enemy (Facts)
Smoke like a chimney, D'USSÉ the remedy
Gave her a shot, now she be giving me top in the drop
But I'm not a Kennedy, you need to stop
This elementary, thicken the plot
Make you a memory that we forgot
How does it feel like to be food for thought? Get it while it's hot
Hah, fuck out my face (Fuck out my face)
You a foe or a UFO? Either way, you in my space
Talking heavy on the record
Featherweights should wait in line, God body you can never
Niggas stuck on demon time
Every second is divine, we gon' run this shit forever
Get it, done it, said "Goodbye"
Do it, do it, nigga squad
Mama pressure had the presser, pipe busts every time
You know the motherfuckin' vibe
You ain't gang, step aside, bitch

Fuck out my face (Fuck out my face)
Fuck out my face, you ho (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck out my face (Yeah)
Fuck out my face (Yeah) fuck out my face, you ho
On my mama and my pops
You ain't squad, you the opp, nigga stop (Fuck out my face)
Yeah, yeah, keep them other vibes off
On the other side, uh, side, uh (Fuck out my face, you ho)
Nigga, yeah, bitch-ass nigga

Fuck out my, who are these niggas?
Fuck out my face, lame, lame-ass nigga then
Fuck out my face, you ho
You ain't the homie, this ain't for you
Ain't chasing paper, this ain't for you
You know what we came to do
You know what we came to do