Play Your Part

[Verse 1: Issa Dash]

Listen, niggas ain't really bout shit

On the block, hustle till the nigga get rich

Third eye sharp, nigga blame it on the piff

Shit, nah nigga but we got it like that

Keep ya Reggie Bush, only smoke loud pack

The shit hit hard, better not chief that

Nigga, this is known to heal cataracts

Ugh, and a nigga like me

On my God shit, nigga know my steeze

Low in the spots, pockets never on E

But she on E if she 'round me while I'm floating

In an ocean of the most potent grown shit

And I'm focused off this muthafuckin bong rips

They get me high, that's some fly shit

Angel nigga, how the fuck you 'gon stop this

[Hook]

I'm rolling up on that Indo

Getting high, nigga off my weedsmoke

Elevated, niggas know how we roll

If you ain't with the light get steamrolled

Nowwww, my third eye sharp

Fucking with the gods, better play your part

You on the other side and you won't get far

Leave a bitch ass nigga stuck back in the dark

Whoa, you stuck in the dark nigga

UA go hard nigga

Better play your part nigga, or you won't get far

Started from the bottom, we was swimming with the fishes

Now we the New York skyline flying with the pigeons

And I walk with the light, so I think a little different

You can get top floored in a New York minute

[Verse 2: Ak]

Elevating, partake with the greats my nigga

UA save the day, no cape my nigga

Ugh, respect to the gods that be living up

Nigga this life is a gift, hold your ribbons up

Cause that nigga never wait bruh

Free your mind, levitate like an angel

Dream free that's the muthafuckin key

Look at me, skeet skeet in her guts, she's dangerous

Beastcoast hit 'em up with the light-work, get 'em up

Middle fingers up this is our earth, one love

One life nigga, put in work like tha cuz

Do it for the light though heaven waits up above

Gold soul nigga you can't fake this

UA nigga, your bitch favorite

She over here cause you niggas so basic

Kick back pop a tab, don't waste it

Since birth shown signs of the indigo

Had to obtain hidden gold in my inner soul

Heavy weed smoke, switching flows like I'm on a boat

Ugh, mixtape gon' restore the globe

Bring faith to a hundred soul(s)

Beastcoast niggas on a roll

Silver haze keeps the homies ghost

Been this way since a zygote, I float

Into astral plains and you fly low

Live the life everyday evil free, I'm blessed

With these wack rappers I can have a feast and digest

Had a dream it would happen now my acid manifest

No stress, nor regrets go hard til I rest, ugh

These niggas ain't really bout shit

Like to imitate but can't recreate

This

What your life bout, that greed and hatred?

Knock your lights out with ease, UA bitch

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Issa Dash]

Ugh, niggas ain't really bout shit

Pop three tabs, smoke a muthafuckin blunt

Yeah you I'm tryna get ripped

Tryna bring knowledge to this motherfucking bitch

On my elevated third eye shit

Bet you ain't think a conscious mutherfucker

Could ever make it sound like this

I read secret teachings and now my brain grow

Don't be spreading lies, my niggas and I know

We started from the bottom, we headed to the top though

And stop us , we control the whole shit like maestros

Now elevated bitches they waiting by my shows

And dumb muthafuckers that know me, where I go

But I greet em with a smile like "hey, what up bro"

Cause I know the dumb nigga respected my flow

UA, UA bitch nigga get it right when you see my kings

You hate, we great

Only seeking out mutherfuckin championship rings

We make, new lanes paved the way for you dumb mutherfuckers in sin

We safe, you ain't

You dumb mutherfuckers ain't never gon win, ugh

Use the same styles you niggas recycle

Some dumb mutherfuckers in disguise but I know

They screaming Beastcoast in every city that I go

I see ya in the crowd my nigga you're not low

I fuck with queen bitches, they fuckin with ya'll hoes

She fuckin with the Gods, she addicted to my glow

The shit is guaranteed and maybe if we blow

So peep UA steeze my nigga and take notes

Niggas ain't really bout shit (bout shit)

Nah, nah, nah, nah

Niggas ain't really bout shit (bout shit)

Nah, niggas ain't really bout shit (niggas ain't bout shit)

Niggas ain't really bout, nah, nah (x2)

[Hook]