[Intro] All ya life they said that you ain’t gone be sh** All ya life they said that you ain’t gone be sh** Now Indigo soul, we run this b**h Now Indigo soul, we run this b**h [Verse 1: Issa Gold] Uh, I remember being young Life gave me nothing but hard d** and black lungs And the teacher say ya smart, but n***as ain’t catch pa**in’ We outside getting high instead of in cla**rooms The pastors preaching disasters to the ma**es These actors, through political f**ing ba*tards They lacking, any real f**ing spiritual backin’ It’s tragic, I’m tellin you n***as that I ain’t havin’ it Pick it up where you just left it off Light bearing conscious, my chakra strong Negative dissipate til the pain get lost, And the positive energy hit strong like Thor Third eye sharp like a mothaf**in’ hawk And it pick apart livin’ hearts trapped inside the dark Make ‘em see they heart, cause they Indigo from the start But they trapped in an illusion, so it ain’t they fault Get up on yo sh**, switch up yo lane If lives aren’t going right then seek out change Take a trip out into the astral plane And recognize, n***a, that you are not the same A Martian, reppin’ the light ’til I see coffins The hardest, UA the illest, my n***a, solvin’- problems Cause the rap game is full of garbage Fathers, from that, my n***a, my soul is foreign [Hook] All ya life they said that you ain’t gone be sh** Pick it up now and watch the tables switch Reality is yours, my n***a, create it Indigo soul, we run this b**h Indigo soul, we run this b**h [AK] Fresh off the west coast shores, mi amor …of the best grown coral …supporters and knowledge, and poverty Nah, nah, that ain’t stoppin’ me (from) Stackin’ dollas on top of celestial prophecy Uh, resurrect the craft of the boom bap With some new jacks from the Ave. bringing truth back n***a, pop a tab, and quit thinkin’ where ya root at Open up ya crown and blow a pound of that purp loud, hold up From a young’n conformin’ to nothin’ except the truth Truth, that the… some fools in the fountain of youth Everything they try to hide coincides Why strive and rise like the holy Christ? Me in top five… Popeye, straight from the green, that’s that pot-high Popped eyes, in and out, like I’m on the west side Neva be satisfied ’til I can touch the sky Homies could touch the pot, Lord Look around and see my team winnin’ in every mention Dimensions extendin’ like one my bridges like we descended from heaven Lost a couple friends, but 2-47, I rep my… Smoke so many strains, sh** get so hard to remember Back in the day AK hardly play Now we fly coast to coast spreadin’ knowledge, gettin’ paid Made an oath, took a hold of every verse a n***a sprayed Got love for yourself, you got what it takes, my n***a [Hook]