MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE
Hey Herb, it's grandma
I found a scripture and I thought about you
It says, "For what shall it profit a man
If he should gain the whole world and lose his own soul?"
Mark 8:36, Herb, I'm prayin' for you, grandma loves you
I wrote this message especially for you (Ayy, man)
First they love me, then they hate me, then they love me again
I'm scratchin' my head, I'm rubbin' my chin
This ain't the way it was supposed to be
Supposedly, I'm close to an end
Don't push me, I'm close to the edge, I'm no rookie
What happens ahead is a leap of your faith
You need him to hear what you see and see what you say
We gearing' up for somethin' major, you should stay in your lane
Tryna hydroplane in God's rain, amen
Just tryna fulfill prophecy properly
Sprinkle fronto on top of the broccoli
Gettin' high as we possibly can, I'm more than a man
That's why I left these holes in my hands
Hell yeah, I'm still quotin' myself
The soul is a spirit floatin' in the lyrics, guess I ghostwrote it myself
Gettin' loaded to the point I ain't controllin' myself
Couple grams and I'm on the 'Gram, trollin' myself
Ayy, get a hold of yourself, gotta get over myself
Message in a bottle ain't gon' open itself
I wrote this message especially for you
(Ayy, let me hear that one
Now everybody get your hands up high
If you don't give a f**k, get your hands up high)
I wrote this message especially for you
First they love me, then they hate me, then they love me again
I'm scratchin' my head, I'm rubbin' my chin
This ain't the way it was supposed to be
Supposedly, I'm close to an end
Don't push me, I'm close to the edge, I'm no rookie
Ignore what you took me for (Uh-huh)
In the first place unless it's in first place (Yeah)
Worst case scenario, this sh*t stereo burial
You're very venereal, I'ma set you men straight (Soul)
Crooked letter O-U-L, real recognize real and I don't know you well
Yet and still, waters run deep, you better fill your pail (Yeah)
Your bucket'll get kicked the minute you inhale
And then you can admit you really live in hell
They should sift this on digital fish scale
D-O-P-E, that's slang for what I sling
Life's a dice game and me and Allah finna [?]
I'm busy rummagin' through government intel (Yeah)
Stayin' on top of the subject like a CC
This message in a bottle ain't gon' open itself (Nah)
That's hard, nigga, but you gotta think
You been gone like five or six years
Has TDE missed on signing artists
Hold on, the people that they done signed been doin' great
What, what rap group has ever done that?
A miss by most standards, ours, no
The music industry prolly wouldn't say that they didn't hit with Ab-Soul
Yeah, yeah (Mac)
First they love me, then they hate me, then they love me again
I'm scratchin' my head, I'm rubbin' my chin
This ain't the way it was supposed to be
Supposedly, I'm close to an end
Don't push me, I'm close to the edge, no rookie, b**ch, I'm a vet'
Show some f**kin' respect I'm sensitive, I just lost my best friend
My ego dead, I see no threat
A million clicks ahead of your penmanship
sh*t, my first demo was on cassette, lil' nigga
Product of determination, I define the word amazing (Yeah)
Pastor Black Lip back on that sh*t
Don't come to altar call with an altercation
I've yet to perish, the meat can wait, uh
The Earth is Herbert's, you don't deserve her
I set the trap and you eat the bait
Who will last is a weak debate
I pray you find peace of mind, mental and physical health and wealth
Don't be deprived by nothin' or no one else
A moment with Soul sicker than takin' a ghost's picture
Save a frame on your shelf
'Cause I just saw myself seein' myself how I see myself
See for yourself
This message in a bottle ain't gon' open itself
But, nobody else would say that
Yeah, the music industry would say
(Ab is sick, his projects are sick)
Ab-Soul is eclectic, he is sick, he makes unique, different music
He don't really give a f**k about none of that sh*t y'all talkin' 'bout
He just a different nigga
