- The Underachievers Cyclones 歌詞
- The Underachievers
- [Issa Gold:]
I tore the paper, you can keep your corny contract
Smoke in the office, executive catching contact
Boomeranging spliffs, you pass it I pass it right back
Thats proper etiquette , my ***** dont make the cycle wack
Thats why Im usually on my dolly ****
Miracles for dreamers, and prayers show hopelessness
****** scared to face reality , they wishing for something free
Their momma lay their butter, my ***** you in a dream
Carol the snake out a barrel with just my words
****** saying dang you got better, well I conquer
I represent consistency like playing for the Spurs
****** giving up early, save that **** for the birds
I laughed at her A cups when she took off her shirt
But she copped a new ass, that **** is mighty absurd
Guess God dont give us everything, some **** you gotta earn
So we grinding for the paper to get what we deserve
Maybe thats a figure but I get it just to live it up
Ill give you ****ing parents, Ima die off different ****ing drugs
Ill buy a clock , indica, travel round the road a bunch
Stash it for a future lover, light a fire, burn it up
Its funny how the money could compliment feeling good
That **** go together like 2Pac signing to Suge
My ***** copped a new patek watch, he looking good
Knowing times an illusion but **** it, we in the hood right
(**** it, we in the hood right)
[AK:]
Guardian of flames, the mary jeans threads hang
Flee, Im like a dirty dan the type to steal your dame
Im the knight in shining armor, still rob her if I change
Got exotics in my garden, I harvest just to inflame
I aint playing judge, hatch it, theres a law for all action
Gotta keep that clean karma, my ***** get caught lacking
Thats a man down, all that tatted with no back up
Thats a damn clown, we split matter and hold atoms with that gat sound
Quit cappin, They cost rappin
When gods show, thought she changed your whole active
At the front row, no fun, told they cant smoke
I was Flatbush raised, Im just sticking to the code
Im addicted to the glow like a fly on top of bulb
Look inside like Im exposed, like a champ I get the gold
Cause my passion with these notes, like Aretha, she the GOAT
Hardly the romantic when I smash I hit the road
They be trying answers, but I stay true to my soul
Told my momma do not panic, got my purpose in control
Treat the spliff just like a chalice, trying to balance out the lows
All my ****** like Im Goku every time I take a toke
They be thinking local I be trying to change the globe
Told em with a little focus, you could get back what you owed
One ear out the other, gotta see it so they know
So I V.S. all the diamonds, see me shining from the door
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