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[Intro: Ab-Soul]

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 nigga they call Young Mind Fuck

Black out, black out

(Youngin' from Del Amo)

Black out, black out

(Belt by Ferrigamo)

Black out, black out, black out, yeah

Ay, man (black out)

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]

They speak highly of me when I raise my voice

I gotta shoot a fucking 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?

Never mind I'm tired of tight analogies

Still in pursuit of happiness in the midst of the madness

With middle fingers to bitches with badges that go oink

(Yeah! Yeah!)

I'm on the fence with common sense

My logic is sound, Spock of the 90746

No shit, 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 sliding in something 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 nigga

I'm lubricant slick baby

I'm hornier than the brass section of the band, you understand?

Pick your poison, it's your choice

[Hook: Ab-Soul]

Hey, I'm just a youngin from Del Amo

(Lil homie from the hood)

Yeah, with a belt by Ferragamo

(Yeah bitch I look good)

Hey, just doing want I wanna

This ain't marijuana, please don't tell my mama

[Bridge: Ab-Soul]

I'ma black out, black out, black out, black out

You telling 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 nigga

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]

(Yeah! Yeah!)

I hope I'm in Obama's iPod

Yeah, 'fore I had a desktop

Was looking for a shortcut to be an icon

But this time it's for the money my nigga

Me and the Ichiban Don got itchy palms

And I just left Emmet's with a jar and a intercom

I'ma act an ass and have a donkey to pin it on

I'm winning no matter what the decision's depending on

I'm sinister, picture a ticking bomb in the Pentagon

The typical shit I've been on, remember the pen is gone

Your pinnacle's penny pinching, I'm getting 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

[Hook: Ab-Soul]

Hey, I'm just a youngin from Del Amo

(Lil homie from the hood)

Hey, with a belt by Ferragamo

(Yeah bitch I look good)

Hey, just doing want I wanna

This ain't marijuana, please don't tell my mama

[Bridge: Ab-Soul]

I'ma black out, black out, black out, black out

You telling 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 nigga

[Verse 3: Da$H]

Young, no shame, Kurt Cobain, bastard son

With a gun in palm, money, pussy, crime sitting on my mind

No emotion, orange bottles how I deal with mine

Cracking bannies, only time a nigga cross the line

Wrong hand signs'll turn a function to Columbine

Yeah, so, B.O.B's top gunner

Front runner, never die clique, the thing you are not brother

Polo Ralph Lauren is keeping the Glock covered

Pour up medication by the brick

Sipping 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

Living my days is a gamble

I guess that's the perks of the set, bet

Ain't nothing certain but dirt that bitch wearing that skirt

So I guess that I'm flirting 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

[Outro: Da$H & Ab-Soul]

Black out, black out

Black out, black out

Black out, black out

Black out, black out

Yeah, So

• Artist:Ab-Soul