- The Underachievers Fake Fans 歌詞
- The Underachievers
- Produced by: Lex Luger
Listen, listen, listen
Everybody tryna get up on our s**t
Talking bout theyre elevated, they dont know the half of it
Tryna get up in our posse, we got rules like ******* Nazis
Gotta pop a acid-hit and let it drip like A$AP Rocky, hold up
Catch me in SOHO with my team were riding dolo
Hugging all my fans givings ends up to the hobos
Walk around the store cant tell Im high, you smell the dro though
If you dont * *** with the gang man you aint gettin any photos
Let me stop it, all joints be rockets
S**t aint nothing roll another, got a half O in my pocket
I sweat the topic , they call me a prophet
Making music, ******* third eye and the close their other sockets
Spit this conscious s**t and all these other rappers fronting
bout to **** the whole game up while Im toking, it aint nothing
Be that indigo, you know, reppin for that golden soul
Gotta get in where you fit in, you aint with it gotta go
Cant **** with ****** man, cant **** with ****** man
They said they bout it, they aint bout it, they aint with the plan
Cant **** with ****** man, cant **** with ****** man
I keep a ******* closed circle, you aint with the gang
Back on the map, now your chick all over my aura
She see the king seeking the ring but never get nothing for her
Brought up where futures aint promised, look at my life be astonished
Dishin out positive rays, receiving back the same thing
A living lord of my land, you ****** novice, I know this
Couldnt write a bar that I know, the UA the hardest you know this
Uh, killa in the game, I aint even gonna lie
Never thought Id be in it, told em its gonna take time
But of course they repent it, cause I coast through the limits
Know the torch, spit the venom, now we large and we living - Uh
Guided by the light, shine the dark away
Oh, you never earn a penny, live the harder way
Your hearts intention be what your cards display
So spread love thats the godly way, got more drugs than a pharmacy
Uh, thats your main squeeze in the lingerie
She on her knees like she trying to pray
Embracing the D in all kinda ways
So spirit-free is what Im tryna say, **********
S**t, I aint gonna lie
Went to school until I grew up, thought the limit was the sky
Now Im winning with the moon and killing liquid based lies
Spreading knowledge like a tutor, doofus, screw waiting in line
Let the Sour D fill my lungs
Gold fangs hangin over my gums
We Flatbush bruh, cant stop us, just watch this
And let the legends grow and become, uh
Spit this conscious s**t and all these other rappers fronting
bout to **** the whole game up while Im toking, it aint nothing
Be that indigo, you know, reppin for that golden soul
Gotta get in where you fit in, you ain't with it gotta go
Cant **** with ****** man, cant **** with ****** man
They said they bout it, they aint bout it, they aint with the plan
Cant **** with ****** man, cant **** with ****** man
I keep a ******* closed circle , you aint with the gang
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