[Verse 1: Issa Gold]
Gee, young nigga, but my heart is timeless
No price on my soul, shit filled up with gold
Mothafucka you know that's priceless
Two grams ain't enough, nigga keep yo' blunt
Won't smoke if the shit ain't the finest
Niggas talk about what they got
When you check on these niggas, motherfuckers be lying
Bow down to the motherfucking highness
Fire start, Hibachi, nigga OG like Heihachi (Woah)
Break up yo' whole posse, y'all niggas movin' too sloppy (Flow)
Hittin' like I'm Rocky, independent, you can't drop me (No)
Beast Coast be my army, if I tell 'em shoot, they got me (Go)
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 of my niggas gon' feast
Y'all on the scene while we chasing the cream
Roll up the leaves, nigga spark up the tree
You ain't got no weed?
Nigga, fuck you mean?
Nigga, fuck you mean?
[Verse 2: AKTHESAVIOR]
My aura gold, word to the oracle
I'm the illest motherfucker incurable
I went through all the bull, about a toilet full
Then royal flush, 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 bitch in the bay that love the 'shrooms
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
Fuck your sister, guess what she told us
You a bitch ass nigga since strollers, 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
Sike! Bitch can't kill 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
[Chorus: Issa Gold]
I'm blowing gas smoke, fuck up my cash flow
Fuck it, let's waste it
We advance though, even your fans know
Y'all niggas basic
Smoking hash bowls, we lit like candles
Nigga, stay faded
You and yo' man jokes, we with yo' damn hoes
Them bitches wasted
I'm blowing gas smoke, fuck up my cash flow
Fuck it, let's waste it
We advance though, even your fans know
Y'all niggas basic
Smoking hash bowls, we lit like candles
Nigga, stay faded
You and yo' man jokes, we with yo' damn hoes
Them bitches wasted
[Bridge: Issa Gold]
(One thing is sure)
Pesos, I'm counting pesos and smoking fuego
Save hoes, you niggas save hoes, now that's a no-go
Photos, she sneaking photos, she think she low though
Soul gold, she think my soul gold, think we should hang though
[Verse 3: Issa Gold]
I'm smoking mad dope, she sniffin' mad blow, I'm like, "You bad, hoe"
Fast forward, she took her pants off, guess she like assholes
Gang coast be counting mad dough with no advance though
My cash flow, fuck up a damn show then take a fan home
Fuego, (fuego), fuego, smoking fuego with yo' dame
Been like a whole 20 minutes, can't front nigga, still don't know her name
30 minutes later have my pinky in her brain
She like, "I thought you was different? All of you rappers just the same"
She ain't complain
[Verse 4: AKTHESAVIOR]
AK inside of your bitch, right in the bunk, ain't no need for no crib
Light up the skunk and proceed to go in
Like a nitrogen pump, top the speed off like damn
Pray this new shit make your speaker blow
Puffin' Khalifa dro, make your girl tippy-toe in
She in love then she go telling her friends
Now she hitting my line 'cause the lord is on tour yet again
Wait for a nigga to start winning
First they love you then they hatin', they tasting the salt
Face it you niggas is soft, Krillin
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 shit yearly
I flow severely, I know you feel me
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