[Intro: Sample]
"People think that I'm lazy
People think that I'm this fool because
I gives a fuck about the government
I didn't graduate from high school
But I learned how it's done
So I'm gonna be number one
Thank you Jesus, for my mama
Thank you bitches, for my money—"
[Verse 1: Issa Gold]
I must be outta my mind
Making niggas wake up to open up to the light
Smoking good dank, yeah, nigga this must be life
Oh, we making moves you niggas thought we was fine
Nah, a nigga go hard for my niggas 'till we all confident
Down liquor, fuck, livers all my niggas know
Two blunts, four strains in the middle dough
We getting knowledge from the motherfuckin' reefer smoke
Born to lead a generation through storm
In a time so hard while you niggas go soft
Change your dreams ma nigga, puff your weed ma nigga
Get high, not low
Hustle in the summer 'till the motherfuckin' winter
And my flow go hard like a motherfuckin' missile
You can catch me in the trap, with the hustlers and the killers
Putting on for my city like we entered the Olympics
Repping out for my gang, where we 'bout that love, we don’t bang
‘Less a heathen step out his lane
Then you know them hammers gon' rang, rang
Nah, fuck that nigga, get your brain up
And if you can’t get rhythm, get your paper
And if you can’t get both, nigga, wake up, gold chains
Purp puff, so I'm feeling like a Laker
Demons try to get a nigga but they never shaped us
They see winning our kids so they hate us
But we the realest motherfuckers, no makeup
Psychedelic life bearin' like a creator
Ain’t no debating, who is the greatest
It is up in your heart, nigga, go out create it
Get out the matrix, why you stuck in the dark, nigga?
"People think that I'm lazy
People think that I'm this fool because
I gives a fuck about the government
I didn't graduate from high school
But I learned how it's done
So I'm gonna be number one
Thank you Jesus, for my mama
Thank you bitches, for my money—"
[Verse 1: Issa Gold]
I must be outta my mind
Making niggas wake up to open up to the light
Smoking good dank, yeah, nigga this must be life
Oh, we making moves you niggas thought we was fine
Nah, a nigga go hard for my niggas 'till we all confident
Down liquor, fuck, livers all my niggas know
Two blunts, four strains in the middle dough
We getting knowledge from the motherfuckin' reefer smoke
Born to lead a generation through storm
In a time so hard while you niggas go soft
Change your dreams ma nigga, puff your weed ma nigga
Get high, not low
Hustle in the summer 'till the motherfuckin' winter
And my flow go hard like a motherfuckin' missile
You can catch me in the trap, with the hustlers and the killers
Putting on for my city like we entered the Olympics
Repping out for my gang, where we 'bout that love, we don’t bang
‘Less a heathen step out his lane
Then you know them hammers gon' rang, rang
Nah, fuck that nigga, get your brain up
And if you can’t get rhythm, get your paper
And if you can’t get both, nigga, wake up, gold chains
Purp puff, so I'm feeling like a Laker
Demons try to get a nigga but they never shaped us
They see winning our kids so they hate us
But we the realest motherfuckers, no makeup
Psychedelic life bearin' like a creator
Ain’t no debating, who is the greatest
It is up in your heart, nigga, go out create it
Get out the matrix, why you stuck in the dark, nigga?
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