Gold Soul Theory (The Underachievers)

A rebel Who went searching for treasures in his soul Fishing for gold I found the key to unlock the door To my mind's gate, hidden with some hieroglyphs Told me bout my future and my past and that I should get, I should get Some light working and that I should get up off my ass I'm on the path, to move the masses, spiritual tactics Soul masters, you bastards, spread it through classes Live your life free nigga, if you surpass this class bitch LSD got your boy feelin acidic, so hazardous Elevated mafia Flatbush Zombie familia No dumb niggas on our roster bruh Finna wreck your team if you not with us Beast Coast ain't no stoppin' us We fuck with the West like 'Pac and 'em But back to the story of the old me Rep for the young enlightened niggas of a lowkey Smoke a little tree, pour a little bit of OE Keep me in my zone like a mother fucking goalie Holy shit I'm a a mother fucking King nigga Black skin, gold soul, born to win nigga Livin' in the world filled up with glitter and gold A nigga could get caught up if he ain't knowing his soul His soul, yeah nigga his soul You ain't living up yo life, that why yo shit movin' slow Listen, now get your back up off the wall nigga Ah ah, now get your feet up off the floor nigga Ah ah, now take flight up to the solar I'm flyin' with the knowledge, and a nigga bout to go far Generation of generals Keep my word in my genitals Gender roles, nigga I'm god as far as gender goes Sell my soul. Never I'm gold Word to Gihanny golly, I be, try me Highly I doubt, winning is likely, sorry sorry Pat Riley, I'm strapped with jalepeno wraps Mandingo sag, your bitch be lovin' that, but fuck that AK to save you, elevate your brain, to the greater Spread that knowledge, keep your soul but skip that told We done did hard labor for that Gold, and acres make them haters meet the maker Cuz' they, pose And fake it 'till they make it, so ungrateful To the, OG's, OJ, got em on, sippin' on some OE A freak in a skirt, pom poms, shippin' for a dime Tell her set her soul free Freeze, repeat, rewind Back to the time I was blind Never, I always incline the Third Eye Recognized since a youngin' and the Indigo that's inside Show my signs as an early bird Word I want whats mine, mine Livin' in the world filled up with glitter and gold A nigga could get caught up if he don't know where his soul His soul, yeah nigga his soul You ain't living up yo life, that why yo shit movin' slow Listen, now get your back up off the wall nigga Ah ah, now get your feet up off the floor nigga Ah ah, now take flight up to the solar I'm flyin' with the knowledge, and a nigga bout to go far Get up on yo shit, you ain't livin' up yo life You's a fucking livin god, why you bowin' down to Christ You ain't knowin' bout the golden gift that's trapped up in yo mind Gold soul theory, Indigo's on the rise