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 shall 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 'em to hear what you see and see what you say
We gearing' up for somethin' major, you should stay in your lane
Try to 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
Like, get a hold of yourself, gotta get over myself
Message in a bottle ain't gon' open itself
I wrote this message especially for-
(Let me hear that one)
Now everybody get your hands up high
If you don't give a f*ck, get your hands up high
I wrote this message especially for you (ayy)
Yo, first they love me, then they hate me
Then they love me again (they love me again)
I'm scratchin' my head, I'm rubbin' my chin
This ain't the way it was supposed to be (yeah)
Supposedly, I'm close to an end (nah)
Don't push me, I'm close to the edge, I'm no rookie (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 shit 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 (yeah)
And then you can admit you really live in Hell
They should sift this on digital fish scale (dope)
D-O-P-E, that's slang for what I sling (dope)
Life's a dice game and me and Allah finna tee lee
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, word)
That's hard, nigga, but you gotta think
You been gone like five or six-
Has TDE missed with signing an artist
Oh no, the people that they have signed, uh, do great (no)
What, what rap crew has ever done that?
Well, miss by most standards, ours, no
The music industry probably wouldn't
Say that they didn't hit with Ab-Soul (ay)
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
Bitch, I'm a vet
Show some fuckin' respect I'm sensitive
I just lost my best friend
My ego dead, I see no threat
A million clicks ahead of your penmanship
Shit, my first demo was on cassette, lil' nigga
Product of determination, I define the word amazing, yeah (yeah)
Pastor Black Lip back on that shit
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 s-)
Ab-soul is eclectic (Ab is sick, his projects are sick)
He's sick, he makes unique, different music
He don't really give a f*ck about none of that shit y'all talkin' 'bout
He just a different nigga
And I think that's why he's there
