GOODMAN ft. Punch Lyrics

GOODMAN ft. Punch 🅴 - Ab-Soul

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Yeah

Check, check, check, check, check, check

Check, check

Mic, oh

Mic check, mic check, one, two

Uh, yeah

Ay, man, look

Righteous man

Wrong one to fuck with, run quick, get an eye exam (uh)

Couldn't see me if I just swam

Couldn't touch me with Midas hand

Y'all don't feel me though

Literally, never had a bully thus far, but

Temptation my sparring partner

My guard's up like the air forced me (yeah)

Your crucifixion story, therefore (therefore)

Never dare cross me

To speak the good words what we here for (listen)

But that you knew

Don't even get me started with a sentence

'Less we talkin' bout capping, too (no cap)

Yeah, Ab-Soul after loot, that's true, put it together

Absolute, that's true, you know

Soul glow like a spray for your natural (yeah)

I ain't as friendly but I move like Casper move (yeah)

You never seen me with a semi, I ain't have to shoot (yeah)

To keep an El Capitan, theatrical

Never wore a rosary or went to confession

But if I could clean this mess up with a message

It'll be a blessing (ay)

God willing, you may have heard of Jack and Jill

But we not healing (nah)

Niggas still packin' steel

Man, we need to stop trippin' (yeah)

Why throw your block up if you not buildin'?

And the streets keep watching every step I take

They wanna chop it up with Soul like the old Kanye (Soul)

The angel with an angle, the demon that means well

Rewrite history then sell it for retail (yeah)

Possibly for a good person who is clearly triumphant

Isn't an interesting game

What we want is a game where it always seems

That the good side is about to lose

Yeah

Standing on the shoulder of giants, a good man turned tyrant

That's the after effects of my environment

I'm much more enlightened, my senses are more high than

Me and A B hyphen like the clash of the titans

Duckin' the sirens, gawking on my gourmets

Heart of stone over the organs, flow like Poseidon

I'm like a lichen, no silver lining, I don't like what you writing

You a little outta line, you believe the hype

Sooner or later you feel the wrath of my bite

And I ain't even gotta slide, I might do it outta spite (do it outta spite)

Niggas is testing my imperfections

'Til I run a misdirection, and blitz your whole section

This might offend my political connections

Jigga told me why bother with peasants

(Leave them niggas alone)

A good man might I remind myself

But I chop you boys in half you get beside yourself, ha

When it comes to Herb, bruh, first off

You know I'm sayin', he wanted to snap off with the Snap, you feel me?

And, like just how he finessed a name and really snapped into his own

I can respect that the youngins still kickin' it, you feel me?

So, yeah, yeah, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma take it back to the

On the phone mixtape, hotboxin' the whip, you know just

Having an opportunity to make volumes, you know I'm sayin'?

This was before a mixtape, before a single drop