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(Intro: Issa Gold) |
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You know it's your boy Issa Gold Sar Ayu rep for them Indigos [?] all that. I'm out here. Ya'll *************s know i don't ************* with none of these *************s man, I don't ************* with none of ya'll rap *************s man. Ya'll *************s ain't about *************t! None of ya'll ************* man. ************* outa here man! ************* ain't really bout *************t! Lets go! Uhhhh |
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(Verse 1:AK) |
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Team full of kings rolling dank spliffs |
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Free your mind one hit, elevate your *************t |
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Young god steady plotting one angel chick |
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Motivated by the *************s that be getting the ******, hold up |
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*************s ain't really bout *************t, nah |
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*************s ain't really bout *************t, nah |
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*************s ain't really bout *************t, nah |
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*************s ain't really bout *************t |
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Uhh When you look up UA in the sky like a plane [?] |
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You dumb mother******s use your brain like a hooker |
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I'm all up in her guts but I ain't paying |
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Mother****** do i look like the type to be a lame? |
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Rhetorical damn I am, so no man conquer my soul the lord or my name |
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Counter weak flows like [?] Liu Kang |
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I rep beast coast the most elite clan |
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Damn! what it be like *************? |
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Rolling up that Sour D my ************* |
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It'll free the people |
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Clear the souls of evil |
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Better find yourself before the priest deceive you, lord! |
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I'm rolling up that potent |
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What you trying do? |
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My music save the world, who the ************* is you? |
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(Chorus 2x: Issa Gold) |
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Pop another tab of the LS-*************t |
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Take another hit on my indoor stick |
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Pulled up on your chick |
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Told her get in the whip |
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She looked at a *************, and said you the *************t |
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*************s ain't really bout *************t, nah |
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*************s ain't really bout *************t, I said |
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*************s ain't really bout *************t, nah |
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*************s ain't really bout *************t |
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(Verse 1: Issa Gold) |
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You know my soul indigo |
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Guard your girl I'll take your ho |
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She might hit the shrooms, she might hit the ****** |
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Now we trippy ************* you know, lets go |
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*************s ain't really bout *************t |
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Me and my *************s get dough of the shrimp |
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My money not taxed, ************* ************* that *************t |
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Breaking down the work, watch the mother****** flip |
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A ************* ****** up |
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Yeah I smoke and I drank |
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Repping the light my ************* what you think? |
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Stare at the stars as I puff on my dank |
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Beast Coast we up and theses *************s they sank |
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Uhh, what you talking about *************? |
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See me in the front with circle of the winners |
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Show me my opponent watch me mother****** kill him |
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Third eye precision ain't no way that we gon' miss him |
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Trapped inside the crib, keep the works out the kitchen |
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Guiding by the light but you *************s never listen |
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A blast from the past this king ever laugh |
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I'm smoking on hash to live first you last |
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But *************s ain't really bout *************t |
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Ya'll know mother****** conscious |
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But get off my ************* |
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Let me talk my *************t |
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(Chorus 2x) |
