Ab-Soul - Backroom Freestyle lyrics

[Ab-Soul] Yo Ab-Soul, y'all know me HiiiPoWeR, throw up that three Pour up…that thing, f the consequences Y'all mean, living reckless, doing the most Wanna vote for the president but they be swaying those Doper than what Jose bring on the boat You all ga**ed up yo, faking the folk TDE the amazing group Victory is sweet, you can taste the fruit Got the whole world saying Soulo You made music that was made to mute So I might raise the roof Drive y'all crazy then change the route Was hungry, watching Paid In Full And that's why now my plate is full I'm eating but it's moe I need, no really, it's moe I need Pop champagne like Rhyme Rouse, her back arch like eyebrows Ain't no taking my style, ain't no taking my flow Carson Californication, United States of Del Amo Soul brother number two, you are under my control I'm on the corner of Park and 106 And I just k**ed the backroom, don't front, I'm that dude, Soulo