The Mahdi The Underachievers

[Intro: Issa Gold]
[?] she comin' through, you know she gonna hit it
Word to my niggas, word to the biggest killer
Yo, uh

[Verse 1: Issa Gold]
We be that elevated mafia, underachieving, lot with us
Nigga, there ain't no stopping us, prosperous off that garlic drug
Mantras when I spit this flow, knowledge filled up in every bar
But I'm guided by the light, no shine
Soldier of The Father, but I ain't no Christian
Underachievers make believers out of heathens
Portraying legends, got greatest presence up in heaven
Sit and roll that dynamite, prickly shit, that porcupine
Pot prescriptions, that funky shit you hit it, then you quit it

[Verse 2: AKTHESAVIOR]
Eyes closed, Indian style sitting, my mind zones
Herbal essence, Cali kush aroma for the stoners
Benjamin Franks on us, can't get a Lincoln out us
Before you think about it, we got it, just being honest
We progress when we ain't tryna, UA, we redefining diamond
What I need, a rhyming sharp nigga, ego-shining
Heron from here on, if not, you hear wrong
Young intellect with fear gone, I'll take a bear on