AC - New Soul lyrics

rate me

Yo Phenom whattup, Glaze whattup?

Yo these dudes is doin a lot of commercial tracks

But they ain't doin tracks from commercials, haha

I'm a new soul, I came to this strange world

Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take

I'm a new soul, I came to this strange world

Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take

C'mon... I'm fresh out the box

AC, Foundation, Staten

Yeah, uhh, yeah

I know you been askin "Who's that? " I don't know this new cat

Probably cause the dude's pockets thinner than the new Mac

Wallet's skinny and it's too flat in fact

I ain't goin back and forth like Joey Crack and that new pack

Stab where you at, put these raps on the new trap

I know this nigga DJ wanna scratch like a new tat

Homey see Sadaam is gone, so where my troops at?

Dudes is my dom (su sa?) they tryin to move wax

I make it bubble like hot soda, it's not over

Smoker, cop pulled me over, said I had glaucoma

I'm here you want me to leave like October

Well that shit's questionable like Barack's culture

Got some new soles, yeah I mean some kicks

Apl got the anthem, my collection's thick

Hand on the green like Twister, I don't spits a trick

I just hit, I'm "2 Legit 2 Quit"

How I collect haters, me and my boys trade 'em

I made 'em, they sayin exactly what I'm sayin verbatim

They gassed, I deflate 'em, I keep Crickets on each arm

Our minds don't compare, you retard, I'm Geek Squad

So smart, I'm so witty, yeah

I told you I'm fresh out the box

Yeah, hit 'em with the flow

I'm in, dat Mercedes, I pass the haze and I'm lackadaisy

Puffin 'til the cancer come and get like I'm Patrick Swayze

The way she snack on baby's foamin from the mouth

It's like she catchin rabies,

(Damn!) These rappers need they battery changed

And these stuck up bitches have to be tamed

Mad at the game, talkin 'bout I damaged her name

Her ass is so flat, she could be in Danity Kane

That ain't a princess cut, that's a rhinestone

I treat it like a yellow cabfare, you get bucked on the ride home

Touched like the iPhone, I'm much on my grind homes

You stuck in your time zone, I'm puttin the nine hole

Hustlin is so played out, I can't stomach it

You rappers beat it to death, I had to start vomitin

Abused it in quotes, and used it in jokes

You almost made it cool to be broke, I can't fuck with it

I had enough of it, now they walkin like they hard

Sayin they post up these chumps - must be talkin 'bout they blog

I discard these rich snobs and Prince Charm they bitch hard

And pitch songs 'til the new hit's gone

Yeah

Come at these dudes, puttin the eviction notice out

For that inner office emblem

Actually actually they pullin 'em right off

They left from the label, tellin 'em they DROPPED

And you replaced with, first letter, third letter

AC

Steven Tapia, whattup

C'mon, yeah yeah yeah