Ab-Soul - Only 1 lyrics

[Produced by Willie B] [Intro] And I don't keep my head up, I keep it down cause God do Ay look, don't worship me, I'm not Christ I'm not God, but I try to be [Verse 1] Check, check, check check Damn right, I'm selling out In case one of my n***as go to jail, I can bail em out I heard that Lucifer's the angel of music This is preposterous, so much for Gospel we all stupid Look, toast to the gods, Del Amo Boulevard That's where I was, pacing back and forth like I was on d** And I was, but I was comin' up with some raw sh** It was either this or hittin' licks with whats-her-name and them They had that work, turns out I'm sellin' crinack anyway She been standin' in line since the AM just to hear my statements I ain't the black lipped ba*tard no more, I'm more mature Call me the black lipped pastor, I walk on holy water And Joseph ain't my father, holla [Hook] Many gon' come, many gon' go Only time'll tell, only God knows Coldest under moon, hottest under sun Many gon' come, but there is only one Soul-o, soul-o, soul-o S-soul-o, soul-o, soul-o (There is only one) Soul-o, soul-o, soul-o S-soul-o, soul-o, soul-o (There is only one) Soul-o, soul-o, soul-o S-soul-o, soul-o, soul-o (There is only one) Soul-o, soul-o, soul-o S-soul-o, soul-o, soul-o (There is only one) [Verse 2] I told Punch I'll probably get a**a**inated by the government Reverse psychology, they gotta keep me alive To make like what I'm sayin' is lies, surprise! I just left Burberry and dropped five, like I went half on a dime But not this time, Soul-o And I don't find it odd, I'm breakin' even Maybe I should've prayed to Jesus instead of Herbert Stevens I'd rather murder beats than murder people, for this reason I seek an instrumental in attempts to leave it bleedin' You a menstrual cycle with flower pedals to a Harley Rap Genius'll decode it for me Homie I came from nothin' No really, I came from nuttin' You got here, but you came for nothin' No really, you came for nuttin', b**hes, and money Me too, I came for change, too much p**y in this game Whats my motherf**in' name? [Hook] [Verse 3] Yo-yo-yo-yo look (Soul-o) Who else could rhyme like me I'm making profit off of prophecy We built this dynasty on democracy and philosophy A lil geometry some vagina and a lot of weed A fifth of Hen, a pint of lean and a bible, G OD flow, A-B-Soul, if you forget the dash you uh wish you didn't Who am I kiddin' I'mma artist arsonist a good samaritan with bad habits Kendrick Lamar on the acid tablet And a groove between Q and Langston Hughes Rock if he was a Rockefeller that was signed to Roc-A-Fella (f** Black Hippy) Huge views we need a telescope to tell you dope I'm not like you, I close my eyes and I see Metatron's Cube No dream to sell you though my mind move like a monsoon Lagoon it's true I rode the waves back in high school Life's a b**h with STD's that I just hit The next ten years is T.D.E.'s I got dough but I used to shine poor unlike Shyne Po Cause now Shyne po'and Shyne shine no mo' Thats how it goes when ya cons outweighin' ya pros I got three eyes two lungs full of OG but only one -*static*