Only 1

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

Check, check, check check
Damn right, I'm selling out
In case one of my niggas 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 drugs
And I was, but I was coming up with some raw shit
It was either this or hitting licks with what's-her-name and them
They had that work, turns out I'm selling crinack anyway
She been standing in line since the AM just to hear my statements
I ain't the black lipped bastard no more, I'm more mature
Call me the black lipped pastor, I walk on holy water
And Joseph ain't my father, holla

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)

I told Punch I'll probably get assassinated by the government
Reverse psychology, they gotta keep me alive
To make like what I'm saying 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 breaking 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 bleeding
You a menstrual cycle with flower pedals to a Harley
Rap Genius'll decode it for me
Homie
I came from nothing
No really, I came from nutting
You got here, but you came for nothing
No really, you came for nutting, bitches, and money
Me too, I came for change, too much pussy in this game
What's my motherfucking name?

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)

Yo-yo-yo-yo look (Soulo)
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 kidding 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
(Fuck 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 wore the waves back in high school
Life's a bitch with STDs 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'
That's how it goes when ya cons outweighing ya pros
I got three eyes two lungs full of OG but only one