Incandescent The Underachievers
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[Produced by Ryan Hemsworth]
[Intro]
Cellar door here gone bang em, bang em
Gone bang em, bang em
(2x)
[Verse 1: Issa Gold]
UA bringing higher shit with the bangers
Drop it for my fans, motherfuck going platinum
Elevating brains leaving niggas in my set and
I ain't worried 'bout the niggas in the rain, you can have 'em
Stuck up in the game, better change, that is tragic
Run up on his place, speak my name just like magic
Save a local lame that's a pain, give him taxes
Let the rest go down the drain, leave him layin' out in traffic
Speaking prophecy, lace the proper beats
Tell him "drop to your knees", for the majesty
'Less you came with peace, raise up properly
Come and walk with me, join the infantry
But keep it funky if you rolling with a G
I can't fuck with motherfuckers that be lying through their teeth
You are with a lord, nothing higher than me
When I come and spread like butter, leaving fire in the streets
[Hook]
UA winning we blowin' up
Beast Coast banging, no foldin' up
Say they want war? Gone load 'em up
Take it to the front yard, they ain't showin' up
This my team, I throw it up
Always blowing potent, gon' roll it up
Rep my city every time that you see me
Blow a pound, you ain't with me
Where my crown? Need to king me
(2x)
[Intro]
Cellar door here gone bang em, bang em
Gone bang em, bang em
(2x)
[Verse 1: Issa Gold]
UA bringing higher shit with the bangers
Drop it for my fans, motherfuck going platinum
Elevating brains leaving niggas in my set and
I ain't worried 'bout the niggas in the rain, you can have 'em
Stuck up in the game, better change, that is tragic
Run up on his place, speak my name just like magic
Save a local lame that's a pain, give him taxes
Let the rest go down the drain, leave him layin' out in traffic
Speaking prophecy, lace the proper beats
Tell him "drop to your knees", for the majesty
'Less you came with peace, raise up properly
Come and walk with me, join the infantry
But keep it funky if you rolling with a G
I can't fuck with motherfuckers that be lying through their teeth
You are with a lord, nothing higher than me
When I come and spread like butter, leaving fire in the streets
[Hook]
UA winning we blowin' up
Beast Coast banging, no foldin' up
Say they want war? Gone load 'em up
Take it to the front yard, they ain't showin' up
This my team, I throw it up
Always blowing potent, gon' roll it up
Rep my city every time that you see me
Blow a pound, you ain't with me
Where my crown? Need to king me
(2x)
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