[Produced by Nick Lewis]
[Hook: Issa Gold]
You ain't gon' be shit
All your life they said that you ain't gon' be shit
All your life they said that you ain't gon' be shit
Now Indigo Soul we run this bitch
All your life they said that you ain't gon' be shit
All your life they said that you ain't gon' be shit
Now Indigo soul, we run this bitch
[Verse 1: Issa Gold]
Uh, I remember being young
Life gave me nothing but hard drugs and black lungs
And the teacher say you're smart, but niggas ain't passin'
Cause we outside getting high instead of in classrooms
The pastors preaching disasters to the masses
These actors thorough political fucking bastards
They lacking any real fucking spiritual backin'
It's tragic, I'm tellin' you niggas that I ain't havin' it
Pick it up where Jesus left it off
Light bearing conscious, my chakra strong
Negative dissipate 'til the pain get lost
And the positive energy hit strong like Thor
Third eye sharp like a motherfuckin' hawk
And it pick apart living-hards trapped inside the dark
Make 'em see they heart, cause they Indigo from the start
But they trapped in an illusion, so it ain't they fault
Get up on your shit, switch up your lane
If lives aren't going right then seek out change
Take a trip out into the astral planes
And recognize, nigga, that you are not the same
A Martian, reppin' the light 'til I see coffins
The hardest, UA the illest, my nigga, solvin'
Problems, killed the rap game, it's full of garbage
Farthest from that, my nigga, my soul is foreign
[Hook: Issa Gold]
You ain't gon' be shit
All your life they said that you ain't gon' be shit
All your life they said that you ain't gon' be shit
Now Indigo Soul we run this bitch
All your life they said that you ain't gon' be shit
All your life they said that you ain't gon' be shit
Now Indigo soul, we run this bitch
[Verse 1: Issa Gold]
Uh, I remember being young
Life gave me nothing but hard drugs and black lungs
And the teacher say you're smart, but niggas ain't passin'
Cause we outside getting high instead of in classrooms
The pastors preaching disasters to the masses
These actors thorough political fucking bastards
They lacking any real fucking spiritual backin'
It's tragic, I'm tellin' you niggas that I ain't havin' it
Pick it up where Jesus left it off
Light bearing conscious, my chakra strong
Negative dissipate 'til the pain get lost
And the positive energy hit strong like Thor
Third eye sharp like a motherfuckin' hawk
And it pick apart living-hards trapped inside the dark
Make 'em see they heart, cause they Indigo from the start
But they trapped in an illusion, so it ain't they fault
Get up on your shit, switch up your lane
If lives aren't going right then seek out change
Take a trip out into the astral planes
And recognize, nigga, that you are not the same
A Martian, reppin' the light 'til I see coffins
The hardest, UA the illest, my nigga, solvin'
Problems, killed the rap game, it's full of garbage
Farthest from that, my nigga, my soul is foreign
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