Allusions

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[Verse 1: Issa Gold] Gee, young nigga, but my heart is timeless No price on my soul, shit filled up with gold Mothafucka you know that's priceless Two grams ain't enough, nigga keep yo' blunt Won't smoke if the shit ain't the finest Niggas talk about what they got When you check on these niggas, motherfuckers be lying Bow down to the motherfucking highness Fire start, Hibachi, nigga OG like Heihachi (Woah) Break up yo' whole posse, y'all niggas movin' too sloppy (Flow) Hittin' like I'm Rocky, independent, you can't drop me (No) Beast Coast be my army, if I tell 'em shoot, they got me (Go) Raised in the belly of the beast Born in a war but my heart with the peace Raising up Gods every time that I speak When we all get involved ain't no starvin' to eat Making sure all of my niggas gon' feast Y'all on the scene while we chasing the cream Roll up the leaves, nigga spark up the tree You ain't got no weed? Nigga, fuck you mean? Nigga, fuck you mean? [Verse 2: AKTHESAVIOR] My aura gold, word to the oracle I'm the illest motherfucker incurable I went through all the bull, about a toilet full Then royal flush, I want all the loot, man The sour be clutch like Kobe do And I'm living in L.A., so that's only proof Got a bitch in the bay that love the 'shrooms She be screaming "AK!" when I shove the broom It's a mismatch, can't hold us Better get back, you ain't no soldier Fuck your sister, guess what she told us You a bitch ass nigga since strollers, now hol' up Smoking good, fronto wrapped around the OG in my hood It's understood, if AK be winning then you know you could Sike! Bitch can't kill my vibe, I'm on an everlasting high Want peace of mind and piece of pie If it's not both then take my life I'm blowing smoke until I die, high as heaven, watch me fly Look within, you'll probably find a place Go home boy, live yo' life [Chorus: Issa Gold] I'm blowing gas smoke, fuck up my cash flow Fuck it, let's waste it We advance though, even your fans know Y'all niggas basic Smoking hash bowls, we lit like candles Nigga, stay faded You and yo' man jokes, we with yo' damn hoes Them bitches wasted I'm blowing gas smoke, fuck up my cash flow Fuck it, let's waste it We advance though, even your fans know Y'all niggas basic Smoking hash bowls, we lit like candles Nigga, stay faded You and yo' man jokes, we with yo' damn hoes Them bitches wasted [Bridge: Issa Gold] (One thing is sure) Pesos, I'm counting pesos and smoking fuego Save hoes, you niggas save hoes, now that's a no-go Photos, she sneaking photos, she think she low though Soul gold, she think my soul gold, think we should hang though [Verse 3: Issa Gold] I'm smoking mad dope, she sniffin' mad blow, I'm like, "You bad, hoe" Fast forward, she took her pants off, guess she like assholes Gang coast be counting mad dough with no advance though My cash flow, fuck up a damn show then take a fan home Fuego, (fuego), fuego, smoking fuego with yo' dame Been like a whole 20 minutes, can't front nigga, still don't know her name 30 minutes later have my pinky in her brain She like, "I thought you was different? All of you rappers just the same" She ain't complain [Verse 4: AKTHESAVIOR] AK inside of your bitch, right in the bunk, ain't no need for no crib Light up the skunk and proceed to go in Like a nitrogen pump, top the speed off like damn Pray this new shit make your speaker blow Puffin' Khalifa dro, make your girl tippy-toe in She in love then she go telling her friends Now she hitting my line 'cause the lord is on tour yet again Wait for a nigga to start winning First they love you then they hatin', they tasting the salt Face it you niggas is soft, Krillin Know the knowledge ain't hidden, just open the vault No debating, stay dope inhaling Clear the road, no trailing Never sober, steering Get run over near me Dropping cold shit yearly I flow severely, I know you feel me
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Credits
- Writers
- Issa Gold
- AKTHESAVIOR