The Underachievers - Cold Crush Lyrics
(Chorus: Issa Gold)I put it down for my cityThat New' New York is with meThey say it's like the 90's cause we bringing back the grittyRep that conscious flow committeeWe'll kill'em with no pitymy nigga Lex, you know I told him we gon' get itCause we blowing upNew York back on the map my niggaShout out to Cold CrushYeah we coming up, king of the cityWhen I show upBring a pound to a show securityThey know whats upLet me get my roll upWhats the hold up?(Verse 1: Issa Gold)Came up from the bottom cause a nigga working hardEverybody want a piece, my conscious shine just like a starNow we copping the whole thing, I blow my weed down by the jarAnd I'm using my three eyes a nigga watching for [?]Lets get litShe like how i spitI told her pop a hitSo innocentPut her on that shitShe went and told her friendI remember getting [?} smoking that indo in the morningTold my momma, best don't worryIma get it how I want itWe all inAin't smoking that grade unless it's medicineMy Letterman reek of the reeferAin't tryna let her [?]Never sober, wake up in the morning take a hitNever heard a kind of nigga flowing like thisPut my city on the mapWhile I bang on these hitsNow i laughing at these kids while I'm passing againChorus(Verse 2: AK)Eleveated lifestyle,Never aim by the prophet if it ain't by the dialso they call me "Sun Child"But after my sesh, shorty wet like the NileTook us back to the green room, made her go downback to the team room, now mary go roundFans shed tears, screaming [?] childGive me a couple more years, and i would've thrown crown foreallCounting milsStepped out the box, now my brain buildsThat sour diesel my brain fillsLive stress free, cause pain killsUh, stack green billsFrom shore to shoreBout to tour the globeTorch flow to your torched soulCan't dodge those(uhhh, nah , nah)What you niggas on?I'm in the bush with the herb I'm puffing strongBeen a gift to this earth since I was bornBetter know your *****ing work before your goneElevated, go home you can't dethrone kingGot my wisdom from the holy soul, the worlds springKnow the system want controlBut no i won't sinkCause New York raised the golden soul through the inkChorus
