Squeeze 1st 2

Aye, aye, mic check, one, two, aye, aye

Aye, aye, man, aye, turn the music up

Yeah, uh (You hear the horns)

Yeah, Crooklyn

They only gettin' better, we only gettin' better (Mick Jenkins)

Soul, yo, aye, man

Not too much like

The best rapper alive or not

Was laced by the greats, I just had to tie the knot

Aye, it's a warning, stupid

Turn me up, turn me up, yo, yo

Metasota warned me they'd want a war

But actually, they forfeiting like they wardrobe for half of the week

Still eating rappers like chicken quesadillas with extra cheese

And pico de gallo, thinking they fire, but they easily mild

Check the score, you're just a tourist, you ain't really wild

I made a hundred thou', then freaked it like a black and mild

Made another hundred thou', and then I blew it

Like a performance from Miles with a horn in his mouth, I do it

I was born with this style, it's unfortunate how

They put a pro-choice in question like abortion is now

Thou shalt not fuck with raw me

Or he face a thousand deaths from Mr. Herbert Anthony

Steven's IV full of potent dope

Not a Cuban cigar maker, but I want all of the smoke

Yo, I said thou shalt not fuck with raw me

Or he face a thousand deaths from Mr. Herbert Anthony

Steven's IV full of potent dope

Not a Cuban cigar maker, but I want all of the smoke

You know?

Aye yo, aye yo, yo

Aye yo, Paul, aye, aye, aye, roll me up one of them hot ones, man

With that, with that real fronto, man, yeah, none of them, I don't know

None of them vegan joints, you feel me?

Yo, Crooklyn one of my favorite movies, now me and Crooklyn be makin' movies

Spike, please do the right thing, don't sue me

Still fightin' the good fight

Still fightin' the good fight

You ****, you **** suck!

Read the autobiography of Malcolm X as a Christian

Started questionin' the reverend like, "This **** trippin'"

Gettin' still, it's still a course I'm carryin'

My uncle a senior bishop, my godmom an apostle

I'm Soulo, ho, the prophet, it's in my heritage

To church, you go to pray in it

Shit, the work is on the outside

Hip-hop songs are for all my brothers on the frontline

If this resonate with you, I'm invitin' you to combine

With me till our multiplicity is big enough to blow 'em up with one bomb

Why you think we always in some bond?

'Cause they don't want us to combine

Which is why thou shalt not fuck with raw me

Or he face a thousand deaths from Mr. Herbert Anthony

Steven's IV full of potent dope

Not a Cuban cigar maker, but I want all of the smoke

Yo, I said thou shalt not fuck with raw me

Or he face a thousand deaths from Mr. Herbert Anthony

Steven's IV full of potent dope

Not a Cuban cigar maker, but I want all of the smoke