Artist: Ab-Soul f/ BJ the Chicago Kid, Rick Ross
Album:  These Days...
Song:   Nevermind That
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

[Intro/Chorus] + (BJ the Chicago Kid)
"Real nigga shit.. real nigga shit"
"Pill poppin', peel a nigga shit" (yeah)
"They all know, know-know and reload the clip"
(Tell me somethin' I don't know, ohh) "Peel a nigga shit"
"Real nigga shit.. real nigga shit"
"Pill poppin', peel a nigga shit" (yeah)
"They all know, know-know and we load the clip"
(Nigga tell me somethin' I don't know) "Real nigga shit"

[Ab-Soul]
Soulo... yeah
You know the name (you know the name) Top Dawg, bitch! (Bitch)
No +Kat+ in this, I volunteered for these +Hunger Games+ (Soul)
I'm the one to blame for fuckin' up the frame
of mind of many mimes but might I mind you these are minor things (chill out, chill out for a second)
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
Money, power, and respect, powder in my

[Interlude: BJ The Chicago Kid]
Never mind that, baby just move your body {*5X*}
And never mind that, baby just move your body

[Ab-Soul]
Uhh, let's turn the lights low, zone out

Uhh, 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 dic (shhh)
-tionary in your library then, this ain’t a fairy tale, you are not dreamin'
That Vitamin C, it is not semen, I'm prestigious, might press up on you {*static*}
I'm a fuckin' scripture nigga we bussin' scripts
{"Pill poppin', peel a nigga shit"} If he don't leave you no option
If your nose starts bleedin' hold your balance (What?)
Balmain bikers, never rode a motorcycle, no denial (no denial)
I just got 'em cause you got it, when you got em, huh
{"They all know-know"} Play this whole shit {"Then reload the clip"}
What you call that? {"Real nigga shi-"}

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross] + (BJ the Chicago Kid)
Uhh, haha {"M-M-M"}
(Nigga tell me somethin' I don't) {*static*}

Three bands on my shades - HUH! I'm ridin' round in that nine
My car wash at four, my top down at five
These hoe niggas don't count, them all golds gon' mount
Fake niggas gon' fade, we don't know what that 'bout
That white girl in that pot, fuck niggas I'm hot
(But never mind that, baby just move your body)
That .45 on my pers' - pers'; quarter keys in my verse - verse
All my shit be rock hard, yo shit so commerc'
Master key to these riches - riches; fuck most of these bitches - bitches
Checked half of these niggas - haha; checkin' athlete figures - HUH!
Rest In Peace, y'all niggas done forgot
Now your necks in the noose, see you at the top

[Chorus]

[Ab-Soul]
Somethin' and I pull up and I hop out lookin' fresh as Zanerobe leather sweats
Fuckin' bitches in the PH not the PJs (Saudi)
Blow a hundred thousand dollar check
Got them goons on deck {*static*}
Be quiet, real killers move in silence (they do!)
Them killers they be wylin', them killers they be wylin', yeah
Pop a pill and peel your shit, that's TMI, but that's R and

[Outro: BJ the Chicago Kid]
Mind that, baby just move your body
Never mind that, baby just move your body {*4X*}
And never mind that, baby just move your body