The Underachievers - Allusions lyrics

[Issa Gold:] Gee, young n***a but my heart is timeless No price on my soul, ship filled up with gold Mothaf**a y'know that's priceless 2 grams ain't enough, n***a keep yo blunt Won't smoke if the sh** ain't the finest n***as talk about what they got When you check on these n***as, motherf**ers be lying Bow down to the motherf**ing highness Fire start Hibachi, n***a OG like Hiachi Break up yo whole posse, ya'll n***as movin' too sloppy Hittin' like I'm Rocky, independent you can't drop me Beast Coast be my army if I tell 'em shoot, they got me Raised in the belly of the beast Born in a war but my heart with the peace Raising up Gods every time that I speak When we all get involved ain't no starvin' to eat Making sure all my n***as gon' feast Ya'll gonna see why we chasing the cream Roll up the leaves, n***a spark up the tree You ain't got no weed? n***a f** you mean n***a f** you mean [AK:] My aura gold, word to the oracle I'm the illest motherf**er incurable I went through all the bull, about a toilet full In royal flesh, I want all the loot man The sour be clutch like Kobe do And I'm living in L.A. so that's only proof Got a b**h in the bay, that love the shroom She be screaming "AK!" when I shove the broom It's a mismatch, can't hold us Better get back, you ain't no soldier f** your sister, guess what she told us You a b**h a** n***a since stroller, now hol' up Smoking good, 'fronto wrapped around the OG in my hood It's understood, if AK be winning then you know you could Psych! b**h can't k** my vibe, I'm on an everlasting high Want peace of mind and piece of pie If it's not both then take my life I'm blowing smoke until I die, high as heaven watch me fly Look within you'll probably find a place Go home boy live yo life [Hook x2 - Issa Gold:] I'm blowing gas smoke, f** up my cash flow f** it lets waste it We advance though, even your fans know Ya'll n***as basic Smoking hash bowls, we lit like candles n***a stay faded You and yo mans jokes, we with yo damn hoe Them b**hes wasted [Issa Gold:] (One thing is sure) Peso, I'm counting peso's and smoking fuego Save hoes, you n***as save hoes, now that's a no-go Photo, she sneaking photo, she think she low tho Soul gold, she think my soul gold, think we should hang tho I'm smoking mad dope, she sniffin' mad blow I'm like "you bad hoe", now fast forward She took her pants off, guess she like a**holes Gang coast be counting mad dough with no advance though My cash flow, f** up a damn show then take a fan home Fuego, fuego, smoking fuego with yo dame Been like a whole 20 minutes, can't front n***a still don't know her name 30 minutes later have my pinky in her brain She like, "I thought you were different? All of you rappers just the same" She ain't complain [AK:] AK inside of your b**h, right in the bunk ain't no need for no crib Light up the skunk and then pro-ceed to go in Like a nitrogen pump, top the speed off like damn Pray this new sh** make your speaker blow Puffin' khalifa joe, make your girl tippy-toe in She in love then she go telling her friends Like she hitting my line cause the lord is on tour yet again Wait for a n***a to start winning First they love you then they hate, then they tasting the salt Face it you n***as is soft, Quilton Know the knowledge ain't hidden just open the vault No debating, stay dope inhaling Clear the road, no trailing Never sober, steering Get run over near me Dropping cold sh** yearly Flow severely, I know you feel me