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The Underachievers
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Fake Fans
[Issa Gold]
Listen
Listen
Listen
Everybody tryna' get up on our shit
Talkin' 'bout they're elevated, they
Don't know the half of it
Tryna' get up in our posse, we got rules like fuckin' Nazis
Gotta pop a
Acid-hit and let it drip like ASAP Rocky
Hol'up
Catch me in SOHO with my team we're riding 'dolo
Hoggin all my fans and give your ends up to the hobo's
Walk around the store can't tell I'm high, smell the dro though
If you don't fuck with the gang man you ain't gettin' any photos
Let me stop it, all my dreads? be rockin'
Shit ain't nothing roll another, got a half O in my pocket
I sweat the topic, they call me a prophet
Makin music, fuckin third eye, and
The close their other sockets
[Issa Gold][Hook]
Spit this conscious shit and all these other rappers frontin'
'Bout to fuck the whole game up while I'm tokin'
It ain't nothin'
Be that indigo, you know
Reppin' for that goldn soul
Gotta get in where you fit in
You ain't with it
Gotta go
Can't fuck with niggas man
Can't fuck with niggas man
They said they bout it
They ain't bout it
They ain't with the plan
Can't fuck with niggas man
Can't fuck with niggas man
I keep a fucking closed circle
You ain't with the gang
[AK]
Back on the map
Now your chick all over my aura
She see the king seeking the ring
But never get nothing for her
Brought up where futures ain't promised
Look at my life be astonished
Dishin' out positive rays
Receiving back the same thing
A living lord of my land
You niggas novice, I know this
Couldn't write a bar that I know
The UA the hardest you know this
Uh
Killin' in the game, ain't even gonna lie
Never thought I'd be in it, told
'em it's gonna take time
But of course they're a critic, cause I coast through the limits
--? be the venom, now we large and we living - Uh
Guided by the light, shine the dark away
Oh, you never earn a penny, live the harder way
Your hearts intention be what you contemplate
So spread love that's the godly way
Got more drugs than a pharmacy - uh
That's your main squeeze in the lingerie
She on her knee's like she trying to pray
Embracing the D in all kinda ways
So spirit-free is what I'm tryna say, motherfuckaa
Shit, I ain't gonna lie
Went to school until I grew up, thought the limit was the sky
Now I'm winning with the moon and killing liquid based lies
Spreading knowledge like a tutor, doofus, screw waiting in line
Let the Sour D fill my lungs
Gold fangs hangin' over my gums
We Flatbush bruh
Can't stop us, just watch this
And let the legends grow and become
Uh
[Issa Gold][Hook]
Spit this conscious shit and all these other rappers frontin'
'Bout to fuck the whole game up while I'm tokin'
It ain't nothin'
Be that indigo, you know
Reppin' for that goldn soul
Gotta get in where you fit in
You ain't with it
Gotta go
Can't fuck with niggas man
Can't fuck with niggas man
They said they bout it
They ain't bout it
They ain't with the plan
Can't fuck with niggas man
Can't fuck with niggas man
I keep a fucking closed circle
You ain't with the gang
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