[Produced by Nick Lewis]
[Hook: Issa Gold]
You ain't gon' be shit
All your life they said that you ain't gon' be shit
All your life they said that you ain't gon' be shit
Now Indigo Soul we run this bitch
All your life they said that you ain't gon' be shit
All your life they said that you ain't gon' be shit
Now Indigo soul, we run this bitch
[Verse 1: Issa Gold]
Uh, I remember being young
Life gave me nothing but hard drugs and black lungs
And the teacher say you're smart, but niggas ain't passin'
Cause we outside getting high instead of in classrooms
The pastors preaching disasters to the masses
These actors thorough political fucking bastards
They lacking any real fucking spiritual backin'
It's tragic, I'm tellin' you niggas that I ain't havin' it
Pick it up where Jesus 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 motherfuckin' hawk
And it pick apart living-hards 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 your shit, switch up your lane
If lives aren't going right then seek out change
Take a trip out into the astral planes
And recognize, nigga, that you are not the same
A Martian, reppin' the light 'til I see coffins
The hardest, UA the illest, my nigga, solvin'
Problems, killed the rap game, it's full of garbage
Farthest from that, my nigga, my soul is foreign
[Hook: Issa Gold]
All your life they said that you ain't gone be shit
Pick it up now and watch the tables switch
Reality is yours, my nigga, create it
Indigo soul, we run this bitch
All your life they said that you ain't gone be shit
Pick it up now and watch the tables switch
Reality is yours, my nigga, create it
Indigo soul, we run this bitch
[Verse 2: AK]
Uh, Fresh off the west coast shores, mi amor
Plethoras of the best grown coral
Immortals, through borders and knowledge, and poverty, nah, nah, that ain't stoppin' me
Stacking dollas on top of celestial prophecy
Uh, resurrect the craft of the boom bap
With some new jacks from the Ave. bringing truth back
Nigga, 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, got the pot found some shrooms 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(to)-47, I rep my (?...)
Smoke so many strains, shit 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 nigga sprayed
Got love for yourself, you got what it takes, my nigga
[Hook: Issa Gold]
All your life they said that you ain't gone be shit
Pick it up now and watch the tables switch
Reality is yours, my nigga, create it
Indigo soul, we run this bitch
All your life they said that you ain't gone be shit
Pick it up now and watch the tables switch
Reality is yours, my nigga, create it
Indigo soul, we run this bitch
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