Melody of the Free The Underachievers

[Verse 1: AK]
You niggas couldn't fuck with me, even on a bad trip on acid
Or psilocybin, some hashish could get disastrous
But foe or no-foe, don't lose your soul indigo
There's loopholes on the globe if you gold then they shown
A storm's been predicted on your forecast
Rebirth the energy of earth when his tongue snaps
This is my turf, verse leave them with a swamp sack
Come to combat, I'm Rambo or Bojack
With a bat crack, your whole frame dissemble that
Always peace and love but know them thugs remember, uh
Tripping on them drugs when no one was like fuck a buzz
I'm in the astral of these capsules with cash flow
Like the last toke, I'm most appreciated
Most high, abbreviated, I'm God, IG
Ain't signed on in five weeks, but still collide G's like Siamese
'So chill 'ma pleas and just fulfill my needs
Got a momma back at home the only women I need
Hoping that her son prosper so she finally free
In interviews they say I'm awkward but my flow gon' break the thermometer
So go ahead nigga monitor cause that's where I'mma be at
Breeze past all the chit chat and look back, pockets is fatter
But that shit don't even matter, I'm trying to climb up this ladder
Enlighten all of the masses, detach, living life backwards
So get your ass off that mattress, my task uplift the atlas