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All ya life they said that you ain't be shit
All ya life they said that you ain't gone be
Now soul, we run this bitch
Now Indigo soul, we run this

1: Issa Gold]
Uh, I being young
Life me nothing but hard drugs and black lungs
And the teacher say ya smart, but niggas ain't catch
We outside getting high of in classrooms
The pastors disasters to the masses
These actors, political fucking bastards
They lacking, any fucking spiritual backin'
It's tragic, I'm tellin you that I ain't havin' it
Pick it up where you just it off
bearing conscious, my chakra strong
Negative til the pain get lost,
And the positive energy hit strong Thor
Third eye like a mothafuckin' hawk
And it pick apart hearts trapped inside the dark
Make 'em see heart, cause they Indigo from the start
But they trapped in an illusion, so it ain't they
Get up on yo shit, switch up yo
If lives aren't going right seek out change
Take a trip out the astral plane
And recognize, nigga, you are not the same
A Martian, the light 'til I see coffins
The hardest, UA the illest, my nigga, solvin'-
Cause the rap game is of garbage
Fathers, that, my nigga, my soul is foreign

All ya life they that you ain't gone be shit
Pick it up now and the tables switch
Reality is yours, my nigga, it
Indigo soul, we run this
Indigo soul, we run bitch

Fresh off the west coast shores, mi
...of the grown coral
...supporters and knowledge, and
Nah, nah, that stoppin' me (from)
dollas on top of celestial prophecy
Uh, the craft of the boom bap
With some new jacks the Ave. bringing truth back
Nigga, pop a tab, and quit where ya root at
Open up ya and blow a pound of that purp loud, hold up
From a young'n to nothin' except the truth
Truth, that the... some in the fountain of youth
Everything try to hide coincides
Why and rise like the holy Christ? Me in top five...
Popeye, from the green, that's that pot-high
Popped eyes, in and out, like I'm on the side
be satisfied 'til I can touch the sky
Homies could the pot, Lord
Look around and see my team winnin' in every
Dimensions extendin' like one my bridges like we descended heaven
a couple friends, but 2-47, I rep my...
Smoke so many strains, shit get so hard to
Back in the day AK play
Now we fly coast to spreadin' knowledge, gettin' paid
Made an oath, a hold of every verse a nigga sprayed
Got for yourself, you got what it takes, my nigga