- The Underachievers Cold Crush 歌詞
- The Underachievers
- (Chorus: Issa Gold)
I put it down for my city
That New New York is with me
They say its like the 90s cause we bringing back the gritty
Rep that conscious flow committee
Well killem with no pity
[?] my nigga Lex, you know I told him we gon get it
Cause we blowing up
New York back on the map my nigga
Shout out to Cold Crush
Yeah we coming up, king of the city
When I show up
Bring a pound to a show security
They know whats up
Let me get my roll up
Whats the hold up?
(Verse 1: Issa Gold)
Came up from the bottom cause a nigga working hard
Everybody want a piece, my conscious shine just like a star
Now we copping the whole thing, I blow my weed down by the jar
And Im using my three eyes a nigga watching for [?]
Lets get lit
She like how i spit
I told her pop a hit
So innocent
Put her on that shit
She went and told her friend
I remember getting [?} smoking that indo in the morning
Told my momma, best dont worry
Ima get it how I want it
We all in
Aint smoking that grade unless its medicine
My Letterman reek of the reefer
Aint tryna let her [?]
Never sober, wake up in the morning take a hit
Never heard a kind of nigga flowing like this
Put my city on the map
While I bang on these hits
Now i laughing at these kids while Im passing again
Chorus
(Verse 2: AK)
Eleveated lifestyle,
Never aim by the prophet if it aint by the dial
[?] so they call me 'Sun Child'
But after my sesh, shorty wet like the Nile
Took us back to the green room, made her go down
[?] back to the team room, now mary go round
Fans shed tears, screaming [?] child
Give me a couple more years, and i wouldve thrown crown foreall
Counting mils
Stepped out the box, now my brain builds
That sour diesel my brain fills
Live stress free, cause pain kills
Uh, stack green bills
From shore to shore
Bout to tour the globe
Torch flow to your torched soul
Cant dodge those
(uhhh, nah , nah )
What you niggas on?
Im in the bush with the herb Im puffing strong
Been a gift to this earth since I was born
Better know your fucking work before your gone
Elevated , go home you cant dethrone king
Got my wisdom from the holy soul, the worlds spring
Know the system want control
But no i wont sink
Cause New York raised the golden soul through the ink
Chorus
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