[Verse 1: Ab-Soul] Came thru Doing them things that those who gone insane do I’m getting turnt like a page, fool, white girl on my table TDE, that’s the label, stallions in my stable Fuck what them hoes say, Canseco, we balling But this ain’t no ball game and I ain’t got no bat And all y'all niggas small change, and ain’t getting no change back Saber tooth, coldest cat She rode the dick, I wrote a rap My lips black, I look like Eazy-E (Soulo!) Snapback to the back (Soulo!), y'all can’t fuck with me I do it! (easily), if you saw me then you seein' 3 Still off of that P&P but I trade Patron for promethazine Puff half a P in like half a week, my face all in the magazines Martin Luther had a dream, that’s why my broad is European HiiiPower, bitch that’s the team, The Cool Kids up in this thing Young Mac, and as for me? I run rap (easily)
[Hook] Came thru (easily) Ab-Soul, the new Eazy E That mean Mac is Ice Cube Got lean on top of these ice cubes Beat done by Chucky Did the show, hit the door Bagged your bitch (easily) And she ain’t never leavin' me
[Verse 2: Mac Miller] Yo I came thru easily Bitch trippin off DMT Word of Mouf that’s DTP Put yo ass in that DDT Ab-Soul, that’s TDE Pass a blunt, grab a cup Keep it cold, these hoes Free your soul, it's Mac and Chuck High as hell, resting on a window pane Heath Miller jersey on, watch the Steeler game Got a couple homies out there who be dealing 'caine That really ain’t my thing, I just fill my brain With all this information, bitch my dick is waiting You gon suck it or not? That’s your invitation These bitches hatin' while some sayin' that this kid's amazing Keanu Reeves, hoes they leave then I get replacements Me, I’m shaded out in Vegas in the latest shit Only 20, funny I’ve been killin shit since ‘86 Came thru easily, and I’m livin so great Popped molly back in ‘09, all y'all bitches is late
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[Verse 3: Chuck Inglish] I’m Chuck Inglish, that’s my name Point fingers, I do my thang Shooters, scooters, cruisers, who can get through there to you Slingin chains, swangin' swingers, something cleaner (y'all don’t see it) Think I’m tweaking bruh? For them features bruh? Fuck around with me and blow your re-up cuz Tryna keep up, this ain’t yo game my G Everything that you see is probably styled by me I’m rockin OG’s, with the Nike Air, slightly rare Fluffy OZ’s of the Jack Herer (indecipherable) Listen here, we outta there, the block in here Cutting, Chopping broccoli spears Real with the dishes like Stockton here Swish, I gotta shoot my shot in here Focused on the prize, that’s why I squint my eyes for real See it, people’s eyes wide-eyed like you popped a pill Real deal Bill with the highly-skilled copped a deal