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[Chorus: Issa Gold] |
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Get up off your ass and go an get it |
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Even when a nigga winning I don't stop it til' it's finished nah |
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Nah, Fuck a little drive I never get it now we |
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Riding to the top sitting low, windows tinted heh |
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[Verse 1: Issa Gold] |
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Holy Alliance, we wreckin' causing riots |
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All my posse here the finest, in designer getting higher |
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The young messiah, what your heart desire |
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Used to buy now I supply whatever it is my soul require |
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Seeking higher like my notes Mariah |
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No denying knowledge is required to diminish fire |
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Bang my team, livin' fantasy, sippin' Hennessy my pedigree |
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Ain't no [enemy] could ever conquer me |
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[Chorus 2: Issa Gold] |
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It's the passion, the reefer bandit no one can stand it |
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I'm prancing I'm living lavish no mental damage |
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Savage, I'm wreaking havoc up through these classics |
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You slacking if you ain't slammin' to change your tactic |
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[Chorus: Issa Gold] |
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[Verse 2: Ak] |
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I think it I do it, to spread the light through my music |
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If soulless sleep, you hold the key to change your life don't be stupid |
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Come politic with some prophets constantly floatin' off ganja |
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Mami open, body golden she engulfed in my consciousness |
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Add a little gas cuz a nigga take off head spinning like Taz and |
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I took it too far |
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Tabs open all at the bar, she said 'Ak you a star' |
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Lock and load it rap Beethoven, chosen homie play your part |
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My locomotives roast em' catch me coastin' L.A. With the torch |
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[Chorus 1,2: Issa Gold] |
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It's the passion, the reefer bandit no one can stand it |
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I'm prancing I'm living lavish no mental damage |
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Savage, I'm wreaking havoc up through these classics |
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You slacking if you ain't slammin' to change your tactic |
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Get up off your ass and go an get it |
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Even when a nigga winning I don't stop it til it's finished nah nah |
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Fuck a little drive I never get it now we |
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Riding to the top sitting low, windows tinted heh |
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Get up off your ass and go an get it |
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I don't stop it til' it's finished nah nah |
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Fuck a little drive, never get it, settin' low windows tinted heh |
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[Verse 3: Issa Gold] |
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Came up from the bottom yeah you know I'm going hard |
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I done seen it all, game was lacking bars until we got involved |
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Please don't get me started on these starlets talking bought they balling |
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But they rave retarded stop recording all your tracks is boring |
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Care to replace it, now the game slowly changing my niggas be |
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Patiently waiting for something fresh through the airwaves |
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Fuck the pastor, they cause disaster up through the masses |
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They taxing every last man up through their madness |
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[Chorus 1,2: Issa Gold] |
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[Outro: Ak] |
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Spit that soul hypnosis they overdosin', tell by their motion |
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[?] we rose up we squares on the ground with founds of Ronin |
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UA smoke the spot out, the venues can't tell me nada |
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My presence of holy prada, on Everest when blowin' sour uh |