Fallacy

## Song by Ab-Soul and Alemeda

"**Fallacy**" (stylized in all caps) is a song by Ab-Soul and Alemeda, released as the 13th track from the former's fifth studio album, *Herbert* (2022).

## Personnel

* Andrew Boyd – mixing engineer, recording engineer
* Armani, Noleac Yashin – background vocals
* Arnulfo "Arnie" Reyes III – recording engineer
* Caelon Nishay, Caelon Reed – lyricist
* Chauncey "Hit-Boy" Hollis Jr. – composer, producer
* Demetrius Lewis II – mastering second engineer
* Herbert "Ab-Soul" Stevens – main artist, lyricist
* Nicholas de Porcel – mastering engineer
* Phillip Rodrian – composer, lyricist
* Rahema Almeda – main artist, lyricist
* Rory Behr – producer, mixing engineer, recording engineer
* Sedrick Moore II – recording engineer

## Lyrics

**Lyrics**
[Intro: Ab-Soul]

Yeah, uh, you feel me?

Yeah, the real is back, I will attack

King Richard still owe me a million Swishers

Ayy (*Hit-Boy*), man

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]

They wanna take me out like a date

I can see the goal, it's just a mountain in the way

Your mouth moving, I ain't making out what you say, huh?

(*Can someone in the house say "Yeah?"*) Yeah

Uh, this some other shit, you unequipped

Still fuck it up for the fuck of it

Was in the bucket with a bucket list

Couple bucks and a bucket head bitch

One's obstructing my justice, n\*\*\*a

Still felt lucky like Justice, n\*\*\*a (*They still gon' fuck you up*)

Had to do it for the love first

If you didn't know, it does hurt

Spit until my tongue hurt

So sick, they needed blood work from Herb

(*Can someone in the house say "Yeah?"*) Word

If I can move the crowd around with it

Maybe I can rock the crown with it, I'm down with it

In depth, you can submerge

You can bet we kept it ghetto in the suburbs

Yeah, fried chicken with the fish grease

Tryna turn grandma Cadillac to a Bentley

[Chorus: Alemeda, *Ab-Soul*]

Race through the pain (*Get me?*)

Rainbows and rain (*The real is back, I will attack*)

All things change

The more they stay the same (*How real is that?*)

Nothing comes

To a dreamer but a dream (*The real is back, I will attack*)

Oh (*Talkin' Platinum status*)

Oh-oh-oh (*Sippin' out a platinum chalice, this ain't a fallacy*)

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]

'Cause it was all a dream, I swear

The big homie told me stay on my square

The only way I let the hood down is if the engine got repaired, yeah

(*Can someone in the house say "Yeah?"*) He-heh

Yo, Carson in the motherfuckin' house, n\*\*\*a

Del Amo, watch your motherfuckin' mouth, n\*\*\*a (*Del Amo!*)

Had a chip on my shoulder

Me and K with the promoter, had a fo' in the sod-er

Slaus' house junkie, ask my n\*\*\*a Jay Crack

Top Notch on my hand, knock a n\*\*\*a on his back

Top sponsored my first tat for like a hundred dollars

Now I got more ink of the squad than the whole roster

Loyal to the soil, that's manure shit

That's probably why they dying for my newer shit

(*Can someone in the house say "Yeah?"*) Hell yeah, listen

Before SZA was my sister, I hit different with my approach

I need a billion to be mentioned with GOATs

Make history with the lyrics I wrote

In my mind, you know I don't use writing utensils

Esco once said, "Hip-Hop is dead"

I must be a mummy rapping my ass off, ayy, man

[Chorus: Alemeda, *Ab-Soul*]

Race through the pain

Rainbows and rain (*The real is back, I will attack*)

All things change

The more they stay the same (*How real is that?*)

Nothing comes

To a dreamer but a dream (T*he real is back, I will attack*)

Oh (*Talkin' Platinum status*)

Oh-oh-oh (*Sippin' out a platinum chalice, this ain't a fallacy*)

[Outro: SZA]

(*Can someone in the house say "Yeah?"*)

I don't care what y'all calling him, Soul, Ab-Soul, whatever

This is Herbert Stevens to me

And y'all can google that motherfucker name

This the real one, okay, I love you, brother

So proud of you