Joey Constancia facts man his verse on this track is my favorite of his him and Ab completely destroyed this track and I didn’t even know he produced this rip to Mac Miller
[Verse 1: Ab-Soul] Yo, check, my flow is unknown to man yet Dammit, keep running around like an annual banquet Made a withdrawal with your broad, she left the bank wet Rub her like a condom contemplating dangerous sex I'm unimpressed with your talent, skill still appeal A maestro on the mic though, I'm almost ill as Camille for real Ain't never runnin' from nothin', I'm fit to tread mills Name another movement makin' time stand still Hiiipower to the third degree Murder, we emerged and it was an emergency It's closed curtains for you worthless earthlings Hurtin' cause I rise like mercury in the burning heat Word on the street Soulo done done it again Look at me, I used to match a dub sack with my friends Now we smokin' by the O, like the letters P and N Ain't have to start watching CNN for you to see an end It's coming quicker than you think, don't mean to rub it in Like lubriderm, but you should learn that you could never fuck with him Ab's gettin' bigger, but I ain't do no sit-ups Got the hiccups cause I keep puffin' Ports without the filter Feel the vibe switch in every single room that I enter Told my bitch to make room for a tomb for her placenta, nigga I fuck her 'til she have a seizure in my leisure time She know I love her, also know I don't need her Cause I'm a king and I smoke a lot of weed That makes sense, it's about 33 ounces in a liter In layman's terms you lames had better pay respect Or you'll be sleepin', they'll be at your wake payin' their respects [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Said it's the soul cold wickedness Old folk killin' shit Most dope syndicate, the GoPros filmin' it Good coke sniffin' shit, broke no benefits Smack him in his face and then I'm blowin' smoke into it Obliterated on a big estate Shit, I figure fame is just a bitches game That's why there's raindrops drippin' off my windowpane And I was gettin' money far before the Fisker came Official name's got plugs like a new strain does You may be hot inside your city, homie you ain't us You can't trust nothin' if it's comin' with a dollar sign It's genius comin' from out of my awkward mind Cross the line, it's just not the time And he ain't thinkin', put that red dot on his mind I'm Santana's bandana, against me you don't stand a chance Call you fancy pants cause when you're drunk you do the hammer dance If there's a random chance you're fuckin' up my Phantom plans I'mma go bananas and blam 'em into the ambulance My mother's sonogram was like a mission statement Cause I wasn't patient, left that pussy in a spaceship Y'all fools basic, your parents both racist I'm lawyering these hoes out here, beatin' cases She eatin' dick so she plead the fifth Yeah, it's Larry Fish, homie he's a myth You sunk my battleship, I'll be in Nazareth by where Jesus live And your homie with you, he's a bitch, some vagina shit Gettin' faded, go and sin in Vegas I'm just observant, man of different faces Some dick-licker want my kids in her She a switch-hitter, told her bring her bitch with her The dick split her like a swisher then I'm outty, outty Never eat the pussy if it's lousy, it's lousy
Verse 2: Mac Miller] Said it's the soul cold wickedness Old folk killin' shit Most dope syndicate, the GoPros filmin' it Good coke sniffin' shit, broke no benefits Smack him in his face and then I'm blowin' smoke into it Obliterated on a big estate Shit, I figure fame is just a bitches game That's why there's raindrops drippin' off my windowpane And I was gettin' money far before the Fisker came Official name's got plugs like a new strain does You may be hot inside your city, homie you ain't us You can't trust nothin' if it's comin' with a dollar sign It's genius comin' from out of my awkward mind Cross the line, it's just not the time And he ain't thinkin', put that red dot on his mind I'm Santana's bandana, against me you don't stand a chance Call you fancy pants cause when you're drunk you do the hammer dance If there's a random chance you're fuckin' up my Phantom plans I'mma go bananas and blam 'em into the ambulance My mother's sonogram was like a mission statement Cause I wasn't patient, left that pussy in a spaceship Y'all fools basic, your parents both racist I'm lawyering these hoes out here, beatin' cases She eatin' dick so she plead the fifth Yeah, it's Larry Fish, homie he's a myth You sunk my battleship, I'll be in Nazareth by where Jesus live And your homie with you, he's a bitch, some vagina shit Gettin' faded, go and sin in Vegas I'm just observant, man of different faces Some dick-licker want my kids in her She a switch-hitter, told her bring her bitch with her The dick split her like a swisher then I'm outty, outty Never eat the pussy if it's lousy, it's lousy I'm the prodigal son With ominous, Nostradamus anonymous visions Confidence, some Obama shit, in Mocassins they can In moccasins they can ante, alright
Mac told us that the end was near.. What if I told u that the end was here? It's so obvious every rapper under mind control I flip the script and now u under my control Ill start a war with a movement and a microphone Guerillas in Gillie suits thatll snipe u inside ya home
-all in hopes theyll come up on some gold perhaps even chrome from his mental taking my raps for granted but i tell you what your future holds and what you meant to scramblin round tryna replace all those lost funds you put up in gamblin im most likely destined to go down as a champion but never in terms of fashion im dressing in leather that barely sustains itself together staining my facecard over cheddar member he claimed to be immortal and then got wet up
Riot oryan a myan mindin my biness Fire side of my stomach i plummet under indifferents Thunder lung Im up-lifted Under dog keep yuh dis-tance Instantly fire off bars like im failling a piss test I been gone kno u missed us Cuasing mayhem and mischief Lord i waver wit mystics Flavor they havnt ingest-ted Testin youll learn a lesson burnin fye in the trenches
Regret is something that you build Like a cake it needs ingredients What's a spine if it won't work What's a person To a animal Thus hobbit makes it seem as If I'm stabbing flem I made mistakes I turned my eyes red Never drank blood I drank water instead Like a lion fed I was lion in bed Not ready to get up yet Yet I'm the uppest Left alone like nothing I started to think What if I was the one Not like the son More like 2 Because I can't do what man hasn't done
Right on my tongue, look Yo, check, my flow is unknown to man yet Dammit, keep running around like an annual banquet Made a withdrawal with your broad, she left the bank wet Rub her like a condom contemplating dangerous sex I'm unimpressed with your talent, skill still appeal A maestro on the mic though, I'm almost ill as Camille for real Ain't never runnin' from nothin', I'm fit to tread mills Name another movement makin' time stand still Hiiipower to the third degree Murder, we emerged and it was an emergency It's closed curtains for you worthless earthlings Hurtin' cause I rise like mercury in the burning heat Word on the street Soulo done done it again Look at me, I used to match a dub sack with my friends Now we smokin' by the O, like the letters P and N Ain't have to start watching CNN for you to see an end It's coming quicker than you think, don't mean to rub it in Like lubriderm, but you should learn that you could never fuck with him Ab's gettin' bigger, but I ain't do no sit-ups Got the hiccups cause I keep puffin' Ports without the filter Feel the vibe switch in every single room that I enter Told my bitch to make room for a tomb for her placenta, nigga I fuck her 'til she have a seizure in my leisure time She know I love her, also know I don't need her Cause I'm a king and I smoke a lot of weed That makes sense, it's about 33 ounces in a liter In layman's terms you lames had better pay respect Or you'll be sleepin', they'll be at your wake payin' their respects [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Said it's the soul cold wickedness Old folk killin' shit Most dope syndicate, the GoPros filmin' it Good coke sniffin' shit, broke no benefits Smack him in his face and then I'm blowin' smoke into it Obliterated on a big estate Shit, I figure fame is just a bitches game That's why there's raindrops drippin' off my windowpane And I was gettin' money far before the Fisker came Official name's got plugs like a new strain does You may be hot inside your city, homie you ain't us You can't trust nothin' if it's comin' with a dollar sign It's genius comin' from out of my awkward mind Cross the line, it's just not the time And he ain't thinkin', put that red dot on his mind I'm Santana's bandana, against me you don't stand a chance Call you fancy pants cause when you're drunk you do the hammer dance If there's a random chance you're fuckin' up my Phantom plans I'mma go bananas and blam 'em into the ambulance My mother's sonogram was like a mission statement Cause I wasn't patient, left that pussy in a spaceship Y'all fools basic, your parents both racist I'm lawyering these hoes out here, beatin' cases She eatin' dick so she plead the fifth Yeah, it's Larry Fish, homie he's a myth You sunk my battleship, I'll be in Nazareth by where Jesus live And your homie with you, he's a bitch, some vagina shit Gettin' faded, go and sin in Vegas I'm just observant, man of different faces Some dick-licker want my kids in her She a switch-hitter, told her bring her bitch with her The dick split her like a swisher then I'm outty, outty Never eat the pussy if it's lousy, it's lousy I'm the prodigal son With ominous, Nostradamus anonymous visions Confidence, some Obama shit, in Mocassins they can In moccasins they can ante, alright
its coming quicker than you think dont mean to rub it in like lubraderm, but you should learn that you can never fuck with him, abs gettin bigger, but i aint do no situps got the hickups cause i keep puffin ports without the filter
Easter eggs on a screen Hopefully you get what I mean I also don't mean to be mean But I must not talk about what I have seen Lit a blunt Started to study Now running the world could be A hobby It'd not a book You read it but you need to take a look I saw a vision but it belongs to a crook I made a decision now its written in the book
Verse 2: Mac Miller] Said it's the soul cold wickedness Old folk killin' shit Most dope syndicate, the GoPros filmin' it Good coke sniffin' shit, broke no benefits Smack him in his face and then I'm blowin' smoke into it Obliterated on a big estate Shit, I figure fame is just a bitches game That's why there's raindrops drippin' off my windowpane And I was gettin' money far before the Fisker came Official name's got plugs like a new strain does You may be hot inside your city, homie you ain't us You can't trust nothin' if it's comin' with a dollar sign It's genius comin' from out of my awkward mind Cross the line, it's just not the time And he ain't thinkin', put that red dot on his mind I'm Santana's bandana, against me you don't stand a chance Call you fancy pants cause when you're drunk you do the hammer dance If there's a random chance you're fuckin' up my Phantom plans I'mma go bananas and blam 'em into the ambulance My mother's sonogram was like a mission statement Cause I wasn't patient, left that pussy in a spaceship Y'all fools basic, your parents both racist I'm lawyering these hoes out here, beatin' cases She eatin' dick so she plead the fifth Yeah, it's Larry Fish, homie he's a myth You sunk my battleship, I'll be in Nazareth by where Jesus live And your homie with you, he's a bitch, some vagina shit Gettin' faded, go and sin in Vegas I'm just observant, man of different faces Some dick-licker want my kids in her She a switch-hitter, told her bring her bitch with her The dick split her like a swisher then I'm outty, outty Never eat the pussy if it's lousy, it's lousy I'm the prodigal son With ominous, Nostradamus anonymous visions Confidence, some Obama shit, in Mocassins they can In moccasins they can ante, alright
uncontional love to anyone that sees this & the uploader❤
Thank you ❤❤❤
Only real once here. That's why we are here. Love u Mr. Miller & Dash for this beat & song.
Was looking for D.R.U.G.S instrumental and couldn't find ,ab soul so underated
I’ve been looking for this beat for a long time thank you for uploading and rip Mac Miller
Lotsolocs15 me too man I finally just said fuck it and remade it so it can live on
RIP mac miller bro, one of my fav beats by him. Him and Ab straight cremated this.
Joey Constancia facts man his verse on this track is my favorite of his him and Ab completely destroyed this track and I didn’t even know he produced this rip to Mac Miller
shits crazy good man
[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Yo, check, my flow is unknown to man yet
Dammit, keep running around like an annual banquet
Made a withdrawal with your broad, she left the bank wet
Rub her like a condom contemplating dangerous sex
I'm unimpressed with your talent, skill still appeal
A maestro on the mic though, I'm almost ill as Camille for real
Ain't never runnin' from nothin', I'm fit to tread mills
Name another movement makin' time stand still
Hiiipower to the third degree
Murder, we emerged and it was an emergency
It's closed curtains for you worthless earthlings
Hurtin' cause I rise like mercury in the burning heat
Word on the street Soulo done done it again
Look at me, I used to match a dub sack with my friends
Now we smokin' by the O, like the letters P and N
Ain't have to start watching CNN for you to see an end
It's coming quicker than you think, don't mean to rub it in
Like lubriderm, but you should learn that you could never fuck with him
Ab's gettin' bigger, but I ain't do no sit-ups
Got the hiccups cause I keep puffin' Ports without the filter
Feel the vibe switch in every single room that I enter
Told my bitch to make room for a tomb for her placenta, nigga
I fuck her 'til she have a seizure in my leisure time
She know I love her, also know I don't need her
Cause I'm a king and I smoke a lot of weed
That makes sense, it's about 33 ounces in a liter
In layman's terms you lames had better pay respect
Or you'll be sleepin', they'll be at your wake payin' their respects
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Said it's the soul cold wickedness
Old folk killin' shit
Most dope syndicate, the GoPros filmin' it
Good coke sniffin' shit, broke no benefits
Smack him in his face and then I'm blowin' smoke into it
Obliterated on a big estate
Shit, I figure fame is just a bitches game
That's why there's raindrops drippin' off my windowpane
And I was gettin' money far before the Fisker came
Official name's got plugs like a new strain does
You may be hot inside your city, homie you ain't us
You can't trust nothin' if it's comin' with a dollar sign
It's genius comin' from out of my awkward mind
Cross the line, it's just not the time
And he ain't thinkin', put that red dot on his mind
I'm Santana's bandana, against me you don't stand a chance
Call you fancy pants cause when you're drunk you do the hammer dance
If there's a random chance you're fuckin' up my Phantom plans
I'mma go bananas and blam 'em into the ambulance
My mother's sonogram was like a mission statement
Cause I wasn't patient, left that pussy in a spaceship
Y'all fools basic, your parents both racist
I'm lawyering these hoes out here, beatin' cases
She eatin' dick so she plead the fifth
Yeah, it's Larry Fish, homie he's a myth
You sunk my battleship, I'll be in Nazareth by where Jesus live
And your homie with you, he's a bitch, some vagina shit
Gettin' faded, go and sin in Vegas
I'm just observant, man of different faces
Some dick-licker want my kids in her
She a switch-hitter, told her bring her bitch with her
The dick split her like a swisher then I'm outty, outty
Never eat the pussy if it's lousy, it's lousy
Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Said it's the soul cold wickedness
Old folk killin' shit
Most dope syndicate, the GoPros filmin' it
Good coke sniffin' shit, broke no benefits
Smack him in his face and then I'm blowin' smoke into it
Obliterated on a big estate
Shit, I figure fame is just a bitches game
That's why there's raindrops drippin' off my windowpane
And I was gettin' money far before the Fisker came
Official name's got plugs like a new strain does
You may be hot inside your city, homie you ain't us
You can't trust nothin' if it's comin' with a dollar sign
It's genius comin' from out of my awkward mind
Cross the line, it's just not the time
And he ain't thinkin', put that red dot on his mind
I'm Santana's bandana, against me you don't stand a chance
Call you fancy pants cause when you're drunk you do the hammer dance
If there's a random chance you're fuckin' up my Phantom plans
I'mma go bananas and blam 'em into the ambulance
My mother's sonogram was like a mission statement
Cause I wasn't patient, left that pussy in a spaceship
Y'all fools basic, your parents both racist
I'm lawyering these hoes out here, beatin' cases
She eatin' dick so she plead the fifth
Yeah, it's Larry Fish, homie he's a myth
You sunk my battleship, I'll be in Nazareth by where Jesus live
And your homie with you, he's a bitch, some vagina shit
Gettin' faded, go and sin in Vegas
I'm just observant, man of different faces
Some dick-licker want my kids in her
She a switch-hitter, told her bring her bitch with her
The dick split her like a swisher then I'm outty, outty
Never eat the pussy if it's lousy, it's lousy
I'm the prodigal son
With ominous, Nostradamus anonymous visions
Confidence, some Obama shit, in Mocassins they can
In moccasins they can ante, alright
you are god for this. bless
Mac told us that the end was near..
What if I told u that the end was here?
It's so obvious every rapper under mind control
I flip the script and now u under my control
Ill start a war with a movement and a microphone
Guerillas in Gillie suits thatll snipe u inside ya home
👎L
LUF LUOS bro that shit was fire get the fuck out of here lmao
-all in hopes theyll come up on some gold
perhaps even chrome from his mental
taking my raps for granted but i tell you what your future holds and what you meant to
scramblin round tryna replace all those lost funds you put up in gamblin
im most likely destined to go down as a champion but never in terms of fashion
im dressing in leather that barely sustains itself together
staining my facecard over cheddar
member he claimed to be immortal and then got wet up
Riot oryan a myan mindin my biness
Fire side of my stomach i plummet under indifferents
Thunder lung
Im up-lifted
Under dog keep yuh dis-tance
Instantly fire off bars like im failling a piss test
I been gone kno u missed us
Cuasing mayhem and mischief
Lord i waver wit mystics
Flavor they havnt ingest-ted
Testin youll learn a lesson burnin fye in the trenches
Regret is something that you build
Like a cake it needs ingredients
What's a spine if it won't work
What's a person To a animal
Thus hobbit makes it seem as If I'm stabbing flem
I made mistakes
I turned my eyes red
Never drank blood
I drank water instead
Like a lion fed
I was lion in bed
Not ready to get up yet
Yet I'm the uppest
Left alone like nothing
I started to think
What if I was the one
Not like the son
More like 2
Because I can't do what man hasn't done
Thanks
Rip Mike OhMy
Yoo fucking fire dude ! My fav soulo ho verse. Do you have a download link for that ? (use for non-profit)
Right on my tongue, look
Yo, check, my flow is unknown to man yet
Dammit, keep running around like an annual banquet
Made a withdrawal with your broad, she left the bank wet
Rub her like a condom contemplating dangerous sex
I'm unimpressed with your talent, skill still appeal
A maestro on the mic though, I'm almost ill as Camille for real
Ain't never runnin' from nothin', I'm fit to tread mills
Name another movement makin' time stand still
Hiiipower to the third degree
Murder, we emerged and it was an emergency
It's closed curtains for you worthless earthlings
Hurtin' cause I rise like mercury in the burning heat
Word on the street Soulo done done it again
Look at me, I used to match a dub sack with my friends
Now we smokin' by the O, like the letters P and N
Ain't have to start watching CNN for you to see an end
It's coming quicker than you think, don't mean to rub it in
Like lubriderm, but you should learn that you could never fuck with him
Ab's gettin' bigger, but I ain't do no sit-ups
Got the hiccups cause I keep puffin' Ports without the filter
Feel the vibe switch in every single room that I enter
Told my bitch to make room for a tomb for her placenta, nigga
I fuck her 'til she have a seizure in my leisure time
She know I love her, also know I don't need her
Cause I'm a king and I smoke a lot of weed
That makes sense, it's about 33 ounces in a liter
In layman's terms you lames had better pay respect
Or you'll be sleepin', they'll be at your wake payin' their respects
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Said it's the soul cold wickedness
Old folk killin' shit
Most dope syndicate, the GoPros filmin' it
Good coke sniffin' shit, broke no benefits
Smack him in his face and then I'm blowin' smoke into it
Obliterated on a big estate
Shit, I figure fame is just a bitches game
That's why there's raindrops drippin' off my windowpane
And I was gettin' money far before the Fisker came
Official name's got plugs like a new strain does
You may be hot inside your city, homie you ain't us
You can't trust nothin' if it's comin' with a dollar sign
It's genius comin' from out of my awkward mind
Cross the line, it's just not the time
And he ain't thinkin', put that red dot on his mind
I'm Santana's bandana, against me you don't stand a chance
Call you fancy pants cause when you're drunk you do the hammer dance
If there's a random chance you're fuckin' up my Phantom plans
I'mma go bananas and blam 'em into the ambulance
My mother's sonogram was like a mission statement
Cause I wasn't patient, left that pussy in a spaceship
Y'all fools basic, your parents both racist
I'm lawyering these hoes out here, beatin' cases
She eatin' dick so she plead the fifth
Yeah, it's Larry Fish, homie he's a myth
You sunk my battleship, I'll be in Nazareth by where Jesus live
And your homie with you, he's a bitch, some vagina shit
Gettin' faded, go and sin in Vegas
I'm just observant, man of different faces
Some dick-licker want my kids in her
She a switch-hitter, told her bring her bitch with her
The dick split her like a swisher then I'm outty, outty
Never eat the pussy if it's lousy, it's lousy
I'm the prodigal son
With ominous, Nostradamus anonymous visions
Confidence, some Obama shit, in Mocassins they can
In moccasins they can ante, alright
Can I use if I tagg you in the future release
👍
its coming quicker than you think
dont mean to rub it in like lubraderm,
but you should learn that you can never fuck with him,
abs gettin bigger, but i aint do no situps
got the hickups cause i keep puffin ports without the filter
Easter eggs on a screen
Hopefully you get what I mean
I also don't mean to be mean
But I must not talk about what I have seen
Lit a blunt
Started to study
Now running the world could be
A hobby
It'd not a book
You read it but you need to take a look
I saw a vision but it belongs to a crook
I made a decision now its written in the book
Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Said it's the soul cold wickedness
Old folk killin' shit
Most dope syndicate, the GoPros filmin' it
Good coke sniffin' shit, broke no benefits
Smack him in his face and then I'm blowin' smoke into it
Obliterated on a big estate
Shit, I figure fame is just a bitches game
That's why there's raindrops drippin' off my windowpane
And I was gettin' money far before the Fisker came
Official name's got plugs like a new strain does
You may be hot inside your city, homie you ain't us
You can't trust nothin' if it's comin' with a dollar sign
It's genius comin' from out of my awkward mind
Cross the line, it's just not the time
And he ain't thinkin', put that red dot on his mind
I'm Santana's bandana, against me you don't stand a chance
Call you fancy pants cause when you're drunk you do the hammer dance
If there's a random chance you're fuckin' up my Phantom plans
I'mma go bananas and blam 'em into the ambulance
My mother's sonogram was like a mission statement
Cause I wasn't patient, left that pussy in a spaceship
Y'all fools basic, your parents both racist
I'm lawyering these hoes out here, beatin' cases
She eatin' dick so she plead the fifth
Yeah, it's Larry Fish, homie he's a myth
You sunk my battleship, I'll be in Nazareth by where Jesus live
And your homie with you, he's a bitch, some vagina shit
Gettin' faded, go and sin in Vegas
I'm just observant, man of different faces
Some dick-licker want my kids in her
She a switch-hitter, told her bring her bitch with her
The dick split her like a swisher then I'm outty, outty
Never eat the pussy if it's lousy, it's lousy
I'm the prodigal son
With ominous, Nostradamus anonymous visions
Confidence, some Obama shit, in Mocassins they can
In moccasins they can ante, alright
Thanks