The Underachievers - Fake Fans Lyrics
[Issa Gold]ListenListenListenEverybody tryna' get up on our shitTalkin' 'bout they're elevated, theyDon't know the half of itTryna' get up in our posse, we got rules like *****in' NazisGotta pop aAcid-hit and let it drip like ASAP RockyHol'upCatch me in SOHO with my team we're riding 'doloHoggin all my fans and give your ends up to the hobo'sWalk around the store can't tell I'm high, smell the dro thoughIf you don't ***** with the gang man you ain't gettin' any photosLet me stop it, all my dreads? be rockin'Shit ain't nothing roll another, got a half O in my pocketI sweat the topic, they call me a prophetMakin music, *****in third eye, andThe close their other sockets[Hook]Spit this conscious shit and all these other rappers frontin''Bout to ***** the whole game up while I'm tokin'It ain't nothin'Be that indigo, you knowReppin' for that goldn soulGotta get in where you fit inYou ain't with itGotta goCan't ***** with niggas manCan't ***** with niggas manThey said they bout itThey ain't bout itThey ain't with the planCan't ***** with niggas manCan't ***** with niggas manI keep a *****ing closed circleYou ain't with the gang[AK]Back on the mapNow your chick all over my auraShe see the king seeking the ringBut never get nothing for herBrought up where futures ain't promisedLook at my life be astonishedDishin' out positive raysReceiving back the same thingA living lord of my landYou niggas novice, I know thisCouldn't write a bar that I knowThe UA the hardest you know thisUhKillin' in the game, ain't even gonna lieNever thought I'd be in it, told'em it's gonna take timeBut of course they're a critic, cause I coast through the limits--? be the venom, now we large and we living - UhGuided by the light, shine the dark awayOh, you never earn a penny, live the harder wayYour hearts intention be what you contemplateSo spread love that's the godly wayGot more drugs than a pharmacy - uhThat's your main squeeze in the lingerieShe on her knee's like she trying to prayEmbracing the D in all kinda waysSo spirit-free is what I'm tryna say, mother*****aaShit, I ain't gonna lieWent to school until I grew up, thought the limit was the skyNow I'm winning with the moon and killing liquid based liesSpreading knowledge like a tutor, doofus, screw waiting in lineLet the Sour D fill my lungsGold fangs hangin' over my gumsWe Flatbush bruhCan't stop us, just watch thisAnd let the legends grow and becomeUh[Hook]Spit this conscious shit and all these other rappers frontin''Bout to ***** the whole game up while I'm tokin'It ain't nothin'Be that indigo, you knowReppin' for that goldn soulGotta get in where you fit inYou ain't with itGotta goCan't ***** with niggas manCan't ***** with niggas manThey said they bout itThey ain't bout itThey ain't with the planCan't ***** with niggas manCan't ***** with niggas manI keep a *****ing closed circleYou ain't with the gang
