Top Dawg Under Dawg - Ab-Soul

You would have thought I was infatuated with being underrated instead of

renowned

Got me feeling like King David before the crown

I too have my views like you

Look what I do to stand on stages in front of crowds

I need food but I’d rather smoke a Black &Mild

Get back in the booth and spill my heart until I bust a valve

And that’s the truth, hand over my left titty

I had faith in hip hop before she met Biggie

Just take this shit a day at a time

I thought I was on after Day In The Life

But you know our shit get put on hold after reality strikes

You ain’t know

How you eat when there ain’t even a bowl?

My stomach sound like something in the jungle

My mind saying give it up, the people saying don’t go

It’s easier to leave when you ain’t got no dough

Cheap ch&agne wishes and thirty ratchet hoes

All up in my videos until you niggas see the vision (I ain’t playing)

Guess a nigga never checked out the tension

In my second childhood making music from the soul

Just so you know, cracker back

On and on and on and

They think me and these other rappers have something in common

God bless them, all men

I ain’t stressing, I’m all in

They in Lois Lane, I’m Clark Kent

Go back to what’s happening

Jay Rock finna drop and walk you all around

Kendrick keep getting chased by cameramen

And for the first time you’ve seen a Hoover Crip on the charts

As for me I’m still an amateur, venting

Looking for the right cannon

To capture your attention, I need honorable mention

Most of all I need to exist in the fourth dimension

But niggas say I sing better than I rap

Who give a crap about all them damn metaphors and diction?

(fuck that)

Took a step back to reevaluate my steez

Went to friendzone alone and wrote a gang of trees

Labels calling for everybody except for me

Like I ain’t got the recipe

Like this ain’t my destiny

You know how much my family expect from me?

Especially considering I’m literally chasing a dream

Told G-packs I’m a slip through the crack

Get that cream, that’s a fact yo

Whoever thought I’d get to write for Dr. Dre?

He probably thought it was trash and threw that shit away

But it’s a new day, new possibilities

My time’ll come sooner enough

No hostility, that type of shit’ll slow you up

Don’t get caught up in all of the marketing to show you up

He from Top Dawg?, he more like a pup

He ain’t from the streets, where the fuck he come from?

Who cosigning, don’t believe the hype

You niggas can’t see me, can’t call me on Skype

I’m all bite, no bark

A Benz to a Go-kart

All I do is go as hard as adult film costars

So on and so on

Never lag, never that

You can’t see?, look

They told me to break a leg, so now I’m an &utee

Give me fifty feet like G-unit's sneaks

Soul brother number two times whoever you bring

Motherfucker