The Underachievers - John Lennon lyrics

[Verse 1: AK] Ride around and I'm getting it Aim for the stars, know the solar the limit Relate to the gods, we were made in their image f** the facades I'm just here trynna get it, ya dig Started off finished depart all ya men I'm a mothaf**ing menace AK ain't got no limit's Like Pete Miller Crystal, I see clearer whistles See nothing but street n***as You don't want beef n***a Well least believe, n***a I came for all this, guess it's for me, n***a She used up all of her gas in the last twenty dollars and swallowed the team, n***a But these hoes never get nothing but nutting That's Pimp 101, gotta teach n***as But these hoes never get nothing but nutting That's Pimp 101, gotta teach n***as [Verse 2: Issa Gold] Don't need you n***as I'm straight Cause most these n***as is fake That true religion, my faith Don't need no gun to my waist But know my n***as don't play around Popping up and we lay it down b**hes f**ing all day now Smoking like it's okay now All my n***as know, if it ain't 'bout bread then vámonos See me knock them down like dominoes b**hes like them gods, well I suppose, whoa Cop a pack and I'll lay low Finish that and I'll reload n***as Shaqqing they free throws But I look like Kobe from three though [Bridge: AK] Feeling like chopper, your b**h know I'm loaded That p**y can't lock me up, cause I destroy it Winners still pocket, I just might employ it I shoot her free rockets and show that she loyal High like a carpet I touch down, they moist I collect all my profits and then I enjoy Dead to the gossip, my brain only process Broccoli and that pasta, bring it to ya boy [Hook: Issa Gold] Let's go get it, young John Lennon n***a better k** me to stop my message Glad to be here, gonna count my blessings Run up on me, n***as gonna get deaded Let's go get it, young John Lennon n***a better k** me to stop my message Glad to be here, gonna count my blessings Run up on me, n***as gonna get deaded [Verse 3: AK] Hit 'em up and I keep going Change the game, call it cheat code I been taking trips, counting lotta chips Got my wallet thick where my meat go Swerve, swerve, pull up, Deebo Put in work, work, that's a cheat code And I'm fresher than Designer, my n***a Address me “your Highness”, my n***a We blowing the finest, my n***a I'm just being honest I'm high like a comet, my n***a Come get your girl cause I'm here for the k** She wanna watch DBZ and just chill But I ain't wasting my time, that's for real Tell her to skate after grinding my rail Secret is skate hitting L after L Jealousy in your face, I can tell, I can tell, I can tell [Verse 4: Issa] Who the f** really relate? f**ing rainbow hoes, don't care 'bout they race Pour a deuce I turn my soda to drank Diddy dancin' all the way to the bank Came out the gritty, n***a that's a fact El Chapo batsh** running around the map n***a bring liberation where we at Money precipitating, raining wax Energy dissipating through the ma**es We blowing like Hiroshima, young disaster I'm gifted, the Jedi prince, I'm filled with laughter But when my lightsaber raised up, I'm a master A poet, Van Gogh, with the words as my canvas My message like Floyd in the ring doing damage And word to my n***a Freddie rapping packages You cannot k** me, better never happening [Bridge: AK] Feeling like chopper, your b**h know I'm loaded That p**y can't lock me up, cause I destroy it Winners still pocket, I just might employ it I shoot her free rockets and show that she loyal High like a carpet I touch down, they moist I collect all my profits and then I enjoy Dead to the gossip, my brain only process Broccoli and that pasta, bring it to ya boy [Hook: Issa Gold] Let's go get it, young John Lennon n***a better k** me to stop my message Glad to be here, gonna count my blessings Run up on me, n***as gonna get deaded Let's go get it, young John Lennon n***a better k** me to stop my message Glad to be here, gonna count my blessings Run up on me, n***as gonna get deaded