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The Underachievers – Take Your Place lyrics
[Intro: Issa Gold]
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Lord, lord
[Verse 1: AK The Savior]
AK the illest, bring faith to your villages
Pass me the cake and an eighth of that killer
Your brain is at stake, break away or be dinner plate
Smoking on broccoli, help her hyperventilate
Haters gon' hate, but the winners gon' finish race
Don’t let me demonstrate, that’s how your men get slayed
Floating on OG, can't replicate
Stay on the west, so the cous' gotta regulate
No, we gon' elevate, fuck what the peasants say
Just let the resumé resonate heavily
Soon as I hop out, them chicks form assembly
Christ of the century, so they befriendin' me, uh
Enemies hope for the end of this energy
Spreadin' that evil, the spirits can't enter me
Puffin' on diesel, no ego the remedy
Holiest entity, fuck is you sayin' G?
[Verse 2: Issa Gold]
S.O.A., I'm a rider (uh, huh!)
Trapped in your conscience my nigga you wildin' (uh, huh!)
Sail cross the seven seas, nigga Poseidon (uh, huh!)
Spreadin' the truth with my shooter beside me (let's go)
Wish he would front by the end of my blunt
We make sure he get jumped, ain't no more 1 on 1
Two shots to the lung bet he fall like a bum
That's drunk off the rum, hope his homies will come
Let's go, That's why I be talkin' bout peace, man (that's right)
Cause where I'm from, these niggas'll blam you as soon as you reach fame
I'm stuck off this blunt, rollin' up till it's stuffed, motherfucker that's three grams (three grams)
To be fuckin' with the god, you must be out yo mind
Muthafuckers be tweakin'
Two shots to your weak gang
[Chorus: Issa Gold]
Wait, wait, wait
My niggas don't play, my niggas don't play
Them niggas is fake, fake, fake
Don't fuck with the snakes, don't fuck with the snakes
Ya'll niggas ain't safe, safe, safe
Get the fuck out my face, get the fuck out my face
Niggas life is a waste, waste, waste
Go find another nigga, come and take yo place come
[Verse 3: Issa Gold]
Shout out to all of this ganja
Blowin' down trees like a new forest fire
Nigga not quittin', I thought of retiring
'Till I done realize these niggas is tired
All I gotta do is drop them that fire
So I'm tying up my shoes, tell 'em try me
Got 'em singing blues, these niggas is choirs
I don't fuck with fools, a nigga stay silent
Sippin' and puffin' on green
Fuck with growers, watch them cut down the tree
Cut it, bag it, flip it, ship it to me
Got it on the arm, that's basically free
Paid to talk, nigga living the dream
Spend a hundred dollars, four of the lean
Mary Jane, we married that faithfully
Do the drugs, the drugs, they never do me
[Chorus: Issa Gold]
Wait, wait, wait
My niggas don't play, my niggas don't play
Them niggas is fake, fake, fake
Don't fuck with the snakes, don't fuck with the snakes
Ya'll niggas ain't safe, safe, safe
Get the fuck out my face, get the fuck out my face
Niggas life is a waste, waste, waste
Go find another nigga, come and take yo place come
[Verse 4: AK The Savior]
UA take over the atlas and draw with the AK, that's 4-7 balance
So vacate, don't challenge, got artistic talents
That's just what she said, then I made her my canvas
I came up from Flatbush, made it on my own
Now we established, smoke one to the dome
It's a new chapter, pages to my soul
Got to keep one eye open and stay on yo toes
My nigga play your role
My nigga play your role
My nigga play your role
Wheely pop up on a nigga blocka
If he think he harder cause a nigga conscious
Gotta keep the choppa, just to cease the nonsense
But we fight for peace, know that the kids are watching
Known to keep it G always, I'm Joseph Stalin wildin'
Chased my dreams homie, now money pilin' highly
Hollering Hallelujah spit that bombin fluid
Taught her Karma Sutra, gave her body bruises
If you want it I got it, one quick maneuver
Try to diss the rulers, we got distant shooters
I'm the highest, blow chronic if there’s a roof
Indigo army, we mobbin' like where’s the loot?
Got a problem, got no time you too minuscule
Fuck all yo questions, you know I hate interviews
In a few seconds could knock some sense into you
Bittersweet interlude, quickly bring end to you imbeciles
Know you pretend and you lame
Couldn't enter in my circle, no way
All my niggas out here making some changes
As we sit at the top take a look where we came
Now the game ain't the same
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Lord, lord
[Verse 1: AK The Savior]
AK the illest, bring faith to your villages
Pass me the cake and an eighth of that killer
Your brain is at stake, break away or be dinner plate
Smoking on broccoli, help her hyperventilate
Haters gon' hate, but the winners gon' finish race
Don’t let me demonstrate, that’s how your men get slayed
Floating on OG, can't replicate
Stay on the west, so the cous' gotta regulate
No, we gon' elevate, fuck what the peasants say
Just let the resumé resonate heavily
Soon as I hop out, them chicks form assembly
Christ of the century, so they befriendin' me, uh
Enemies hope for the end of this energy
Spreadin' that evil, the spirits can't enter me
Puffin' on diesel, no ego the remedy
Holiest entity, fuck is you sayin' G?
[Verse 2: Issa Gold]
S.O.A., I'm a rider (uh, huh!)
Trapped in your conscience my nigga you wildin' (uh, huh!)
Sail cross the seven seas, nigga Poseidon (uh, huh!)
Spreadin' the truth with my shooter beside me (let's go)
Wish he would front by the end of my blunt
We make sure he get jumped, ain't no more 1 on 1
Two shots to the lung bet he fall like a bum
That's drunk off the rum, hope his homies will come
Let's go, That's why I be talkin' bout peace, man (that's right)
Cause where I'm from, these niggas'll blam you as soon as you reach fame
I'm stuck off this blunt, rollin' up till it's stuffed, motherfucker that's three grams (three grams)
To be fuckin' with the god, you must be out yo mind
Muthafuckers be tweakin'
Two shots to your weak gang
[Chorus: Issa Gold]
Wait, wait, wait
My niggas don't play, my niggas don't play
Them niggas is fake, fake, fake
Don't fuck with the snakes, don't fuck with the snakes
Ya'll niggas ain't safe, safe, safe
Get the fuck out my face, get the fuck out my face
Niggas life is a waste, waste, waste
Go find another nigga, come and take yo place come
[Verse 3: Issa Gold]
Shout out to all of this ganja
Blowin' down trees like a new forest fire
Nigga not quittin', I thought of retiring
'Till I done realize these niggas is tired
All I gotta do is drop them that fire
So I'm tying up my shoes, tell 'em try me
Got 'em singing blues, these niggas is choirs
I don't fuck with fools, a nigga stay silent
Sippin' and puffin' on green
Fuck with growers, watch them cut down the tree
Cut it, bag it, flip it, ship it to me
Got it on the arm, that's basically free
Paid to talk, nigga living the dream
Spend a hundred dollars, four of the lean
Mary Jane, we married that faithfully
Do the drugs, the drugs, they never do me
[Chorus: Issa Gold]
Wait, wait, wait
My niggas don't play, my niggas don't play
Them niggas is fake, fake, fake
Don't fuck with the snakes, don't fuck with the snakes
Ya'll niggas ain't safe, safe, safe
Get the fuck out my face, get the fuck out my face
Niggas life is a waste, waste, waste
Go find another nigga, come and take yo place come
[Verse 4: AK The Savior]
UA take over the atlas and draw with the AK, that's 4-7 balance
So vacate, don't challenge, got artistic talents
That's just what she said, then I made her my canvas
I came up from Flatbush, made it on my own
Now we established, smoke one to the dome
It's a new chapter, pages to my soul
Got to keep one eye open and stay on yo toes
My nigga play your role
My nigga play your role
My nigga play your role
Wheely pop up on a nigga blocka
If he think he harder cause a nigga conscious
Gotta keep the choppa, just to cease the nonsense
But we fight for peace, know that the kids are watching
Known to keep it G always, I'm Joseph Stalin wildin'
Chased my dreams homie, now money pilin' highly
Hollering Hallelujah spit that bombin fluid
Taught her Karma Sutra, gave her body bruises
If you want it I got it, one quick maneuver
Try to diss the rulers, we got distant shooters
I'm the highest, blow chronic if there’s a roof
Indigo army, we mobbin' like where’s the loot?
Got a problem, got no time you too minuscule
Fuck all yo questions, you know I hate interviews
In a few seconds could knock some sense into you
Bittersweet interlude, quickly bring end to you imbeciles
Know you pretend and you lame
Couldn't enter in my circle, no way
All my niggas out here making some changes
As we sit at the top take a look where we came
Now the game ain't the same
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