Ab-Soul - Only 1 lyrics
rate meYeah, pop, pop
And I don't keep my head up, I keep it down, cause God do
Solo! Hey, hey, hey look
Don't worship me
I'm not Christ, I'm not God (solo)
But I'm trying to be! (solo)
Check! (solo)
Check, check, check (solo)
Damn right, I'm selling out!
In case one of my niggas go to jail, like I bail them out
I heard that Lucifer is the angel of music!
This is preposterous, so much for Gospel, we're all stupid!
Look! Amen!
Toast to the Gods! Then I'm on boulevard, that's where I was
Pacing back and forth like I was on drugs
Then I was, but I was coming up with some raw shit
It was either this, or heating licks with what's the name in 'em?
They had that word, turns out I'm selling crinack anyway
She been standing in line since the AM just to hear my statements (solo)
I ain't the black lipped bastard no more, I'm more mature! (solo)
Call me the black lipped pastor, I walk on holy water (solo)
And Joseph ain't my father, holler, holler!
Chorus:
Many don't come, many don't tell
Any time I tell, only God knows
Coldest under moon, hottest under sun
Many don't come, but there is only on!
(Solo, solo, solo)
There is only one!
(Solo, solo, solo)
There is only one!
(Solo, solo, solo)
There is only one!
(Solo, solo, solo)
There is only one!
(Solo, solo, solo)
There is only one!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
I told Punch I'll probably get assassinated by the government
Reverse psychology, they gotta keep me alive
To make like what I'm saying is lies, surprise!
I just left Burberry and dropped five
Like I win half on a dime, but not this time!
(Solo, solo, solo)
And now I find I don't break it even
Maybe I should have prayed to Jesus that Herbert Stevens
I'd rather murder beats than murder people, for this reason
I seek the instrumental when it tends to leave it bleeding
You're a menstrual cycle with flower pedals to a Harley
Rap Genius, so decode it for me!
Homie, I came from nothing!
No, really, I came from nothing!
You got here, but you came from nothing!
(Think about) no really, I came from noting!
Bitches and money, me too
I came for change, too much pussy in this game!
What's my mother fucking name?
Solo!
Chorus:
Many don't come, many don't tell
Any time I tell, only God knows
Coldest under moon, hottest under sun
Many don't come, but there is only on!
(Solo, solo, solo)
There is only one!
(Solo, solo, solo)
There is only one!
(Solo, solo, solo)
There is only one!
(Solo, solo, solo)
There is only one!
(Solo, solo, solo)
There is only one!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah look! Solo!
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 (tell the truth!)
A fifth of Hen, a pint of lean and a Bible, G
OD flow, AB 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 Rock-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 rode the waves back in high school (fuck)
Life's a bitch with STD's 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'
That's how it goes when ya cons outweighing you pros
I got three eyes two lungs full of OG but only one
