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[Verse 1: Issa Gold] |
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Death to the radio ***********, this is where that saga ends |
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About the line of David like comics[?] of king Solomon |
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Spitting that cookoo-khakha and ***********, we ain't coppin' it |
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Words it like currency, all my fans here with it profited[?] |
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Spit it it's prosperous, UA no stoppin' this |
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Get in my way, my third eye aimed like I'm ***********ing it |
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Stay in your lane, the words I say move them continents |
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Issa the [???] hot flame-molten lava ***********t |
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All these ***********g rappers acting actors, don't know how to act |
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Pull they cards, they cards were blank, I'm acing all these royal tracks |
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Putting kings up on the map, I'm matching Queens with all my Jacks |
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Laughing[?] from a peasant to an empire aristocrat |
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[Hook: Issa Gold] |
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Build the Metropolis, call it Indigo providence |
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Build the Metropolis, call it Indigo providence |
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[Verse 2: AK] |
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Consciousness creation |
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A *********** had to come to a realization |
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Use to go to church 'til I found my place |
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Been up in this world and it can create to unfurl |
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It's human nature to pursue this paper |
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Gain all the knowledge but just hoping to make us |
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So I leave the impoverished cause they struggle the hardest |
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And I came from the same place, stuck in the darkness |
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Don't fight the voices within |
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We all know right from wrong we ain't kids |
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I'm rooting for the light and fighting 'til the end |
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And my insight heighten minds like 8 strands,[?] uh |
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Like to tell you you ain't nothing of value |
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Try to compel you from the wisdom inside you |
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Hit the rebel[?] and if you ever decide to |
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Wee wee ***********a let me guide you, uh |
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Kill me with the flow, what's the Young Indigo |
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We rush around the globe, love potion in your [?] |
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Blow 'dro 'til overdose still focus on my goals |
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Promote and go to shows I'm chosen I suppose |
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Spit[?] straight facts to [?] home |
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When I'm [?] way back to this home of mine throne |
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Need ahold of me, couple eternity's pass |
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When your memory back then I take what I own |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3: Issa Gold] |
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Sent to twist[?] im making moves |
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Chasing the cool breaking the rules |
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Animals can't bang with you |
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I'm floatin' like an angel, fool |
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Sour tokes you lost that hope |
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I'll make a ***********g man of you |
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Your remote, control your zone |
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That's why you ain't a fan of you |
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Took it, Loca, leave the show |
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Lieutenant to Indigo |
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Don't *********** with no hoes |
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She on the low, you need to let it go |
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Tokeing all my smoke I'm blowing O |
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She choking-choking though |
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Gold up on my soul like my cologne |
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You know that's medical |
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Praise to the [???] bow down like the Peasant folks |
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The holy [???] lead the truth like we in a moat[?] |
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Floatin' I'm on your coast 'bout to go kill another show |
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Blowing that killer 'dro when the [???] centerfold |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 4: AK] |
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Back on my ***********t again |
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Sour spliff probably sippin' Hen |
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Can't win just sittin' there, homie |
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Get up and grow a pair, uh |
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Came up from the gutter like I'm next to [?] |
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But still know that my soul worth more than gold |
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I smoke O's 'til my limit then I'm comatose |
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But don't test your [???] *********** play your role, uh |
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Living in a dream but this ***********t is what it seem |
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My team rank supreme, we steam packs of green |
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Juice got the 'dro with wax who got the lean |
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Stoned like Jerome [???] ligue |
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Killing this ***********t *********** follow my lead |
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Dream free ***********' *********** looked what I reached |
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Not peaked but I hover over *********** like [???] |
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Like feed all my brothers, I'm a legend my G |
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[Hook] |
