Nevermind That - Ab-Soul, Rick Ross

Real nigga shit, real nigga shit

Pill popping, peel a nigga shit

(They all know, know-know and we load the clip!)

Tell me something I don’t know

Real nigga shit

You know the name, Top Dawg, bitch!

No cat in this, I volunteered for these Hunger Games

I’m the one to blame for fucking up the frame

Of mind of many 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

Money, power, and respect, powder in my

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

This ain’t a fairy tale, you are not dreaming, that Vitamin C, it is not semen

I’m prestigious, might press up on you-

I’m a fucking 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

(And we load the clip!)

What you call that?

Real nigga shi…

(Real nigga shit!)

(Real nigga shit!)

(Real nigga shit!)

(Pill popping, peel a nigga shit!)

(They all know, know-know and we load the clip!)

Tell me something I don’t know

(Peel a nigga shit!)

(Real nigga shit!)

(Real nigga shit!)

(Pill popping, peel a nigga shit!)

(They all know, know-know and we load the clip!)

Nigga tell me something I don’t know

(Real nigga shit!)

(M-M-Maybach Music)

Three bands on my shades

I’m riding round in that nine

My car wash at four

My top down at five

These ho 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 high

(But Nevermind That baby just move your body)

That 45 on my person, quarter keys in my verse

All my shit be rock hard, yo shit so commercial

Master key to these riches

Fuck most of these bitches

Checked half of these niggas

Checking athlete figures

Rest In Peace, Yall niggas done forgot

Now your necks in the noose, see you at the top

(Real nigga shit!)

(Real nigga shit!)

(Pill popping, peel a nigga shit!)

(They all know, know-know and we load the clip!)

Nigga tell me something I don’t know

(Peel a nigga shit!)

(Real nigga shit!)

(Real nigga shit!)

(Pill popping, peel a nigga shit!)

(They all know, know-know and we load the clip!)

Nigga tell me something I don’t know

(Real nigga shit!)

Something and I pull up and I hop out looking fresh as Zanerobe leather sweats

Fucking bitches in the PH not the PJs (Saudi)

Blow a hundred thousand dollar cheque

Got them goons on deck-

Be quiet, real killers move in silence (they do!)

Them killers they be wyling, them killers they be wyling, yeah

Pop a pill and peel your shit, that’s TMI, but that’s R and-