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Huey Knew THEN - Ab-Soul/Da$H
Written by：Ab-Soul/Da$H
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This is a story all about how
My life got flipped turned upside down
And if you roll another blunt and keep your mouth shut
I'll tell you how I became the wicked n***a they call young mind f**k
Black out black out youngin from Del Amo
Black out black out belt by Ferrigamo
Black out black out
Black out yeah aye man black out
They speak highly of me when I raise my voice
I gotta shoot a f**kin' free throw to make my point
My wittiness leave 'em stuck in the wilderness
You need a backwood to roll to this joint
I'm Robin Hood in Robin jeans you follow me
Nevermind I'm tired of tight analogies
Still in pursuit of happiness in the midst of the madness
With middle fingers to b***hes with badges that go oink
Yeah yeah
I'm on the fence with common sense
My logic is sound Spock of the 90746
No s**t Sherlock
Remind 'em of Han Solo on the battlefront
Everybody behind Soulo and they backin' up
I just threw my two step let her back it up
Go on back it up go on back it up
You dry snitchin' I'm slidin' in somethin' moist
You annoy these women I anoint these women
You stressin' em I schedule an appointment with 'em
They let me cut so much I bring ointment n***a
I'm lubricant slick baby I'm hornier than
The brass section of the band you understand
Pick your poison it's your choice
Hey I'm just a youngin from Del Amo
Lil' homie from the Hood
Yeah with a belt by Ferragamo
Yeah b***h I look good
Hey just doing want I wanna
This ain't m*******a
Please don't tell my mama
I'm a black out black out black out black out
You tellin' white lies while I black out
Black out black out black out black out
Pale white horse when I black out
Black out black out black out black out
Spark the white lighter then I black out
Even white lives matter when I black out
Bucket of black paint in front the white house n***a
Yeah yeah I hope I'm in Obama's ipod
Yeah 'fore I had a desktop
Was lookin' for a shortcut to be an icon
But this time it's for the money my n***a
Me and the Ichiban Don got itchy palms
And I just left Emmet's with a jar and a intercom
I'm a act an a*s and have a donkey to pin it on
I'm winnin' no matter what the decision's dependin' on
I'm sinister picture a tickin' bomb in the pentagon
The typical s**t I've been on remember the pen is gone
Your pinnacle's penny pinchin'
I'm gettin' nickels for my thoughts
Like Slim Shady in Balmain jeans
Difficult to say I'm vision impaired all I seen
I'm Yamborghini High A$AP M-O-B
Your 16 is pint sized to me
Hey I'm just a youngin from Del Amo
Lil' homie from the Hood
Hey with a belt by ferragAmo
Yeah b***h I look good
Hey just doing want I wanna
This ain't m*******a
Please don't tell my mama
I'm a black out black out black out black out
You tellin' white lies while I black out
Black out black out black out black out
Pale white horse when I black out
Black out black out black out black out
Spark the white lighter then I black out
Even white lives matter when I black out
Bucket of black paint in front the white house n***a
Young no shame Kurt Cobain bastard son
With a gun in palm money p***y crime sittin' on my mind
No emotion orange bottles how I deal with mine
Crackin' bannies only time a n***a cross the line
Wrong hand signs'll turn a function to columbine
Yeah so b o b's top gunner
Front runner nevr die clique the thing you are not brother
Polo Ralph Lauren is keepin' the Glock covered
Pour up medication by the brick
Sippin' oil like we're tryna sink a ship
So yeah uppers and the downers in the mix
Now the film heads talking 'bout a script
Livin' my days is a gamble
I guess that's the perks of the set bet
Ain't nothin' certain but dirt that b***h wearin' that skirt
So I guess that I'm flirtin' with death
Need the type of cash cow to get trump whacked out
Here's the question you should ask
What's the soul without the da h
Never had the option I could back out
If it's 'bout the cash then I act out
Black out black out
Black out black out
Black out black out
Black out black out
Yeah so