[Verse 1: AK the Savior]
Can a young n***a get cheese?
Tryna take everything even tax out dreams
Gotta find fate cause the fact's unseen
Roll it's spliff, let it take, then I'm back on my G
Back on the plate with the bat of the weed
With the pa**ion to make it so momma can see
Had to look inside the fire, my soul seek
Made a n***a slow grind like chop-the-school beats
[Verse 2: Issa Gold]
Guided by the light, n***a keep your dark
Swimmin' through the deep on the creep like a shark
Bulls-eye n***a when my shot hit the mark
I be beggin' a n***a come step to the god
See-through facade, like a mirage
n***a spittin' illusion all in they bars
Y'all in the war, I'm runnin' take charge
Grippin' my tool I'm ready for war
My n***a don't fall
[Hook: Issa Gold]
All my n***as we ride for the coast, ride for the coast, ride for the coast
Swear that's my life I'd die for the coast, die for the coast, die for the coast
Heavy weed smoke cop a O just to blow
Rode three smoke, 2-1 for the road
Poured up a four, champagne for the toast
Rap game full of jokes
Goddamn we the hope
Goddamn we the hope
[Verse 3: AK the Savior]
Hundred million dollars ain't gon' buy you the truth
Trapped in the field which side you gon' choose?
Praise to the savior like the Lion of Judah
Breakaway from the hatred what defines you is you
Findin' peace of mind when I grind up the Buddha
Know we seeing hard times but the pot make me cooler
Slide through Munich, worldwide with the music
When you lie about the movies, sick and tired of you losers
One day my n***a, you gon' see
When I make it to the top, gonna kick in the door [?]
Super faded but I'm up makin' loot with the whole team
Heavy hittin' with the lie my blunt's two gram each
Your sh** has seeds, don't pa** that to me
Only OGs get wrapped up in chief
Even O.T. my man's got the heat
He whips out the stack and smokes 'til I sleep
Hopin' I wake the day you'll bring peace
But know we still slaves with the brain to break free
Souls can't be tamed, just puff smoke you'll see
Just joined the campaign, the kings you can't beat
Serf is like Wales just let the kid breathe
Watch my ship sail leave marker hits three
Tought I would failed but now they miss he
And now they tell tales about grinding with me
Safe with a strap, both ways of my pap
Used a king to save my life, I'm the savior of rap
Stay with the pack, smoking Js in the back
Indepenedent in the light, like [?]
Brain in the past, got you chained and attack
I was guided by the light, no stranger to trap
But according to this fight with my basment was piped
Now my homies saw the pa**ion and [?] through the axe
[Hook: Issa Gold]
All my n***as we ride for the coast, ride for the coast, ride for the coast
Swear that's my life I'd die for the coast, die for the coast, die for the coast
Heavy weed smoke cop a O just to blow
Rode three smoke, 2-1 for the road
Poured up a four, champagne for the toast
Rap game full of jokes
Goddamn we the hope
Goddamn we the hope
[Verse 4: Issa Gold]
Raised up to bring change cause you can feel it all on my sh**
n***a I done came up i'm getting paper I get paid for all of this sh**
I tell a n***a wake up, and get you cake up, and put you mind on top of your list
n***a I don't take d** a n***a in d**
Sell dali up in this b**h
All of my n***as ridin' around with at least ten blunts, two motherf**in' pounds
Woods in the hood I don't pa** em around
'Cause my n***as smoke good got they own f**in' loud
n***a f** your style see the coast gon' shine
f**in' with the gods must be out your mind
Tryna set the wave let me see you gon' try
Put a n***a in his place send him up to the sky
C9 n***a fly, big blunts on the rise
Drugs on the side keep a n***a real high
I don't f** with the game but the hoes might try
Only weed in the sights is my mothaf**in' type
Tell the b**h how to mind out her mothaf**in' sight
Young gods on the rise, see a little n***a life
Take note redesign then n***as won't drop
Beast Coast on top and my n***as gon' flock
Smoke from the west got this dope for the low
New York n***a wakin' up no [?]
Sun enticing a young n***a flow and I got them d** so you already know
Son of the god that's word to the crow
Bruce Leroy, young n***a gon' blow
f** if you blow, still paid out the shows
My fans only grow, gonna pay me the dough