[Intro: Issa Gold]
You know it's your boy Issa Gold 's alright you rep for them Indigos going wild and all that. I'm out here. Ya'll n***as know I don't f** with none of these n***as man, I don't f** with none of ya'll rap n***as man. Ya'll n***as ain't about sh**! None of ya'll n***a man. f** outa here man! n***a ain't really bout sh**! Let's go! Uhhhh
[Verse 1: AK]
Team full of kings rolling dank spliffs
Free your mind one hit, elevate your sh**
Young God steady plotting one angel chick
Motivated by the n***as that be getting the weed, hold up
n***as ain't really bout sh**, nah
n***as ain't really bout sh**, nah
n***as ain't really bout sh**, nah
n***as ain't really bout sh**
Uhh When you look up UA in the sky like a plane pick a book up
You dumb motherf**ers use your brain like a hooker
I'm all up in her guts but I ain't paying
Motherf**er do I look like the type to be a lame?
Rhetorical damn I am, so no man conquer my soul the lord or my name
Counter weak flows like Dan or Liu Kang
I rep beast coast the most elite clan
Damn! what it be like n***a?
Rolling up that Sour D my n***a
It'll free the people
Clear the souls of evil
Better find yourself before the priest deceive you, lord!
I'm rolling up that potent
What you trying do?
My music save the world, n***a who the f** is you?
[Chorus x2: Issa Gold]
Pop another tab of the LS-sh**
Take another hit on my indo stick
Pulled up on your chick
Told her get in the whip
She looked at a n***a, and said you the sh**
n***as ain't really bout sh**, nah
n***as ain't really bout sh**, I said
n***as ain't really bout sh**, nah
n***as ain't really bout sh**
[Verse 2: Issa Gold]
You know my soul indigo
Guard your girl I'll take your ho
She might hit the shrooms, she might hit the weed
Now we trippy n***a you know, let's go
n***as ain't really bout sh**
Me and my n***as get dough of the shrimp
My money not taxed, n***a f** that sh**
Breaking down the work, watch the motherf**er flip
A n***a f**ed up
Yeah I smoke and I drank
Repping the life my n***a what you think?
Stare at the stars as I puff on my dank
Beast Coast we up and theses n***as they say
Uhh, what you talking about n***a?
See me in the front with circle of the winners
Show me my opponent watch me motherf**in k** him
Third eye precision ain't no way that we gon' miss him
Trapped inside the crib, keep the works out the kitchen
Guiding by the light but you n***as never listen
A blast from the past this king ever laugh
I'm smoking on hash to live first you last
But n***as ain't really bout sh**
Ya'll know motherf**er conscious
But get off my dick
Let me talk my sh**
[Chorus x2]