S.O.M.L. Video (MV)

Bop
Bop
Bop
Bitch I'm bustin' at 'em
Fakes just
Drop
Drop
Drop
Caught so drop yo actin'
Got my
Guap
Guap
Guap
Got my guap from rappin'
Hit the
Top
Top
Top
You gon' see me wit' 'em legends

Yo I'm ridin' out if I gotta' go
All fakes stay outta' my lane
Don't doubt me now, I'm bouta' blow
Call us God's shots comin' out traced
Permission to ride my wave
No way
Permission to ride my wave
No way
Yo I'm ridin' out if I gotta' go
All fakes stay outta' my lane

Got the Prada, got the swisha'
Yeah, yeah

Got the Prada, got the swisha'
Showtime with rings, Derek Fisher
No gang, but crew a militia
You think the people who talk behind your back is really with ya?
They be first to snitch
They be first to ditch
Take a couple bands just for them to switch
It don't make me flinch
Can't strip away my gift
You ain't The Heart Shaped Herb or the Christmas Grinch
The devil is a lie
Price of me too high for you to buy (Dubai)
Don't think you can take advantage of mines by lookin' in my eyes
I can see your disguise
Full of lies
You ask
Who am I?
I'm the Don, I'm the King
Don't needa' sell bricks to know I'm the primo in this ring
Mohammed Ali, I be dodging all your swings
Got Game, no offspring, KIN9s the last one to reign
20/20 vision but I can't see an L
We got bad connection, I gotta go to bell
Know I'm heaven sent, but I'm still raisin' Hell
Dub into an M, tell 'em peace, farewell, like
Woo, yeah, telephone ring
Pick it up, it's another sweet ching ting
It's 21 degrees, still hotter than a hot spring
All these traced jiggas wanna' be my damn offspring

Bop
Bop
Bop
Bitch I'm bustin' at 'em
Fakes just
Drop
Drop
Drop
Caught so drop yo actin'
Got my
Guap
Guap
Guap
Got my guap from rappin'
Hit the
Top
Top
Top
You gon' see me wit' 'em legends

Yo I'm ridin' out if I gotta' go
All fakes stay outta' my lane
Don't doubt me now, I'm bouta' blow
Call us God's shots comin' out traced
Permission to ride my wave
No way
Permission to ride my wave
No way
Yo I'm ridin' out if I gotta' go
All fakes stay outta' my lane

Born a King and a Pharaoh
Pro SoulYah
When I reign, it's dinero
Hoes know ya
In my rink, pain in perros
Don't go bruh
Great Danes, Bandoleros
Those smoke ya
In my state, I declare all
Composa'
Insane, put em there yo
Controlla'
Claim deep in the marrow
Exposa'
Latin legend no Pinero
Gods Chosen

Put my money where my mouth is
Why you think I'm bousin'?
Floodin' livin' water like the father is a fountain
Whatchu' think I'm 'bout man?
For truth loot, I'm houndin'
The pursuit of my root leaves multitudes confounded
I've shaken hands with bloods, 81s, and the clique
House held meetings of the Mob when I was only six
This is Pac and Jesus mixed, words effective as a hit
Gods conscious decisions for my living Holy spit
Yeah yee ain't me so don't try
Snakes tryna change me, go in line
It pains me when fake Gs follow lies
I can't sleep, the mirror telling me the whole world is mine
Tell me, Lord, can you feel me?
Obviously
I'm as alive as dead Christ so all apostles to me
Call me R.I.P.
Realness In Peace
The real can't peel so disturb and meet the heat
Make me go

Bop
Bop
Bop
Bitch I'm bustin' at 'em
Fakes just
Drop
Drop
Drop
Caught so drop yo actin'
Got my
Guap
Guap
Guap
Got my guap from rappin'
Hit the
Top
Top
Top
You gon' see me wit' 'em legends

Yo I'm ridin' out if I gotta' go
All fakes stay outta' my lane
Don't doubt me now, I'm bouta' blow
Call us God's shots comin' out traced
Permission to ride my wave
No way
Permission to ride my wave
No way
Yo I'm ridin' out if I gotta' go
All fakes stay outta' my lane