ALL ON YOU

[Intro: W.I.T.S]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah yah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah yah)

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Yeah it’s WITS, baby
Whole In The System in yo ears, baby
Like it’s “Spadez In yo Speaker”, I just popped up with the new sound
Press play so you can hear it, baby

[Verse 1: W.I.T.S]
Yeah, I’m smokin’ weed, baby
Gettin’ high off the ganja, off the trees, baby (Off the trees)
I’m gettin’ so high, I can’t even see my reflection in the mirror sometimes
I’m gettin’ so high, I can’t even see my reflection in the mirror sometimes
I’m gettin’ so high, I can’t even see my reflection in the mirror sometimes

Yeah baby, I’d be hateful, to put it all on you
I’d be disrespectful, to put the blame all on you
Ah, ah, it would be a shame if I put the blame all on you (All on you)

It would be disgraceful of me to put the
Blame on you and not take any of it (Damn)
Put this shit on my brain
Fry my brain up
Like I put my head right in the oven

Yeah
Put some weed smoke in the air
I’m flyin’ off it
Yeah

Put my...
I put my guns up, you try me, I off you
Come tell me that you ain’t fuckin’ wit me
My people show you how much they fuckin’ wit me
Smokin’ in thrax pack in the inner city
Come tell me that you ain’t fuckin’ wit me (Yeah yeah)

It’s WITS, baby
It’s WITS, baby
It’s WITS, baby
Yeah

[Verse 2: W.I.T.S]
I got some niggas that coppin’ pack off me
Cop that bulk off me and they waitin’ on me
You waitin’ on me, homie, you a fan of me?
You want me to treat you like you family?

Waitin’ for me to get home, mofuckas is tryna make moves
And they can’t when I’m gone (Nah)

I’m pullin’ up with the gat
Can’t leave the crib without that (Yeah yeah)
Last time I heard a mofucka talk behind my back
Was before the last time I pulled a strap out on a nigga

What the fuck you askin’ a nigga to do?
I can’t heal you if I can’t heal myself first (Forreal)
Dude (Yeah yeah)
Aye
Dude? (Dude)
What you gon’ do? (What you gon’ do?)
Yeah (Yeah)
When it’s only you...
When it’s only you, what you gon’ do? (What you gon’ do, yeah)
Aye

[Verse 3: W.I.T.S]
Last time I heard a mofucka talk behind my back
I was prolly in school
What a fool
I was prolly mad naive
That was me

Back then I didn’t know a thing
You was movin’ ya pencil but I was movin’ some pills
In the hallway
Couldn’t see me, I was doin’ shit for thrills
Always

Yeah
I was a ghost in the hallways
Yeah
I was a ghost, oh…

Ain’t no movin’ small, dawg, I’m always movin’ big
Ain’t no movin’ small, Papa told me always do your thing
I was tellin’ him…
Shit, before he died I was tellin’ him…
To stop smokin’… I would steal his box of cigs hopin’
But there ain’t no point in worthless damn hopin’

Ain’t no time for action when you see him in the hospital chokin’
So many obstacles are blockin’
Gotta hoppin’ ‘em over
So many obstacles blockin’
Know it’ll never be over (Oh)

[Verse 4: W.I.T.S]
I get so motherfuckin’ high, dawg
I got this shit passed down from my pops, that’s why I’ll never be sober
I got that sunlight in my soul, that’s why I’ll never be bought
And I got that purity in my heart, that’s why I’ll never be broken
Yeah

[Refrain: W.I.T.S]
Yeah it’s WITS, baby
Whole In The System in yo ears, baby
Like it’s “Spadez In yo Speaker”, I just popped up with the new sound
Press play so you can hear it, baby

Yeah
I’m smokin’ weed, baby
Gettin’ high off the ganja, off the trees, baby (Off the trees)
I’m gettin’ so high, I can’t even see my reflection in the mirror sometimes
I’m gettin’ so high, I can’t even see my reflection in the mirror sometimes
I’m gettin’ so high, I can’t even see my reflection in the mirror sometimes

Yeah baby, I’d be hateful, to put it all on you (Yeah I would be)
I’d be disrespectful, to put the blame all on you
Ah, ah, it would be a shame if I put the blame all on you (All on you)

[Verse 5: PHILO$OUL]
Shit smooth, like soles of Mr. Jackson
Eye-eye, you are fuckin’ with the captain (Philo)
Food for thought, so I throw it in the basket
A Lion King—yeah, more like Carole Baskin

We baskin’ in the ambiance, my nigga
Just hit my @, I need audience on Twitter
But either way, you gotta follow Soul
Double entendre, so you can get the picture

Peep the scripture like I’m Nicholas Cage though
It’s all National Treasure when I’m scriptin’ the pain, though
Still it’s all bueno, Soul brother touchdown ‘93
I’m in zone and I puff the finest weed

Ride the beat like Wallace or HOV-y
Came a long way from flippin’ that OZ
No, you can’t hold me
‘Less you my baby or my board

Speak of the two...
Now I love to skate raw
Face flaws like—