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​Nevermind That

This song is by Ab-Soul and appears on the album These Days... (2014).

(Real nigga shit!)
(Pill popping, peel a nigga shit)
(They all know-know and we load the clip)
Soulo
Tell me something I don't know
(Real nigga shit!)
(Pill popping, peel a nigga shit)
(They all know-know and we load the clip)
Nigga, tell me something I don't know
(Real nigga shit!)

Yup
You know the name (you know the name)
Top Dawg, bitch!
No cat in this, I volunteered for these Hunger Games (Soul!)
I'm the one to blame for fucking up the frame of mind
The mini mimes but might I mind you these are minor things
My aim is to ill instill in the powers that be
The power in me, to move matter with my brain
Powder ain't my name (nah)
Money, power, and respect, powder in my

But nevermind that baby just move your body
Nevermind that baby just move your body

Real nigga shit
She wanna be righteous young rich nigga bitch
Are you a lesbian or a librarian? I know you got room for my dick
Shhh, Tionary in your library then
Pretend if every tale you are not dreaming
That Vitamin C, it is not semen
I'm prestigious, might press up on you-
I'm a fuck scripture nigga we bussin' scripts
If he don't leave you no option
If your nose starts bleeding hold your balance (What?)
Balmain bikers, never rode a motorcycle no denial
I just got 'em cause you got it, when you got 'em (HAH)
(They all know-know)
Play this Soul shit
What you call that?

(Real nigga shit!)
(Pill popping, peel a nigga shit)
(They all know-know and we load the clip)

Tell me something I don't know
(Real nigga shit!)
(Pill popping, peel a nigga shit)
(They all know-know and we load the clip)
Nigga tell me something I don't know
Real nigga shit

Three bands on my shades
I'm riding round with that nine
My car wash at four
My top down at five
These ho niggas don't count
Them marbles gon' mount
Fake niggas gon' fade
We don't know what that bout
That white girl in that pot, fuck niggas I'm high
(But Nevermind That baby just move your body)
That 45 in my purse, quarter keys in my verse
All my shit be rock hard, yo shit so commerce'
Master key to these bitches
Fuck most of these bitches
Checked half of these niggas
Checking athlete figures
Rest In Peace, Y'all niggas done forgot
Now your neck in the noose, see you at the top

(Real nigga shit!)
(Pill popping, peel a nigga shit)
(They all know-know and we load the clip)
Tell me something I don't know
(Real nigga shit!)
(Pill popping, peel a nigga shit)
(They all know-know and we load the clip)
Nigga tell me something I don't know
Real nigga shit

Written by:

Herbert Stevens, William Roberts