Moon Shot The Underachievers

[Intro: Issa Gold]
Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Man, let's go

[Verse 1: Issa Gold]
Deliver the messages like the phone ain't rang
These niggas call me the Leopard Shepherd, the young gold king
Now let's get lit, smoking proper when I come through, light your shit
The venue pissed cause I got like 80 niggas on my list
And we smoking out the back, my weed smoke louder than a bitch
That fucking bass is super thumping, even louder when you trip, uh
East side living, my team be inside, sippin'
Catch me too high chillin', you know my team top billin'

[Verse 2: AKTHESAVIOR]
Uh, know you wonder how AK a sergeant to the game
Know our target, know my lane
Go the hardest, spit the flames
Know we move out to the west, but it's forever Beast Coast gang
Left side is just where I hang, also where I blow this dank
And I wake up everyday from my porcelain pay
Still stuck in the shade, nigga, what’s the delay?
Points to be made, gold rush to the K
Keep in touch with the fake, don’t shut for the snakes
Puffing a J, every blunt high grade
Give a fuck what they say, fingers up to the J
Can’t trust every face, leave one in ya brain
You can front for the fame, but I know where you came