(Intro: Issa Gold) You know it's your boy Issa Gold 's alright you rep for them Indigos going wild and all that. I'm out here. Ya'll niggas know i don't fuck with none of these niggas man, I don't fuck with none of ya'll rap niggas man. Ya'll niggas ain't about shit! None of ya'll nigga man. Fuck outa here man! Nigga ain't really bout shit! Lets go! Uhhhh
(Verse 1:AK) Team full of kings rolling dank spliffs Free your mind one hit, elevate your shit Young god steady plotting one angel chick Motivated by the niggas that be getting the weed, hold up Niggas ain't really bout shit, nah Niggas ain't really bout shit, nah Niggas ain't really bout shit, nah Niggas ain't really bout shit Uhh When you look up UA in the sky like a plane pick a book up You dumb motherfuckers use your brain like a hooker I'm all up in her guts but I ain't paying Motherfucker do i look like the type to be a lame? Rhetorical damn I am, so no man conquer my soul the lord or my name Counter weak flows like Dan or Liu Kang I rep beast coast the most elite clan Damn! what it be like nigga? Rolling up that Sour D my nigga It'll free the people Clear the souls of evil Better find yourself before the priest deceive you, lord! I'm rolling up that potent What you trying do? My music save the world, who the fuck is you?
(Chorus 2x: Issa Gold) Pop another tab of the LS-Shit Take another hit on my indo stick Pulled up on your chick Told her get in the whip She looked at a nigga, and said you the shit Niggas ain't really bout shit, nah Niggas ain't really bout shit, I said Niggas ain't really bout shit, nah Niggas ain't really bout shit
(Verse 1: Issa Gold) You know my soul indigo Guard your girl I'll take your ho She might hit the shrooms, she might hit the weed Now we trippy nigga you know, lets go Niggas ain't really bout shit Me and my niggas get dough of the shrimp My money not taxed, nigga fuck that shit Breaking down the work, watch the motherfucker flip A nigga fucked up Yeah I smoke and I drank Repping the life my nigga what you think? Stare at the stars as I puff on my dank Beast Coast we up and theses niggas they sank Uhh, what you talking about nigga? See me in the front with circle of the winners Show me my opponent watch me motherfuckin kill him Third eye precision ain't no way that we gon' miss him Trapped inside the crib, keep the works out the kitchen Guiding by the light but you niggas never listen A blast from the past this king ever laugh I'm smoking on hash to live first you last But niggas ain't really bout shit Ya'll know motherfucker conscious But get off my dick Let me talk my shit
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