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letra de ain't shit (midnight augusto) - the underachievers

[intro: issa gold]
you know it’s your boy issa gold sar ayu reppin’ for them indigos going wild and all that. i’m out here. ya’ll n-ggas know i don’t f-ck with none of these n-ggas man, i don’t f-ck with none of ya’ll rap n-ggas man. ya’ll n-ggas ain’t about sh-t! none of ya’ll n-gga man. f-ck outa here man! n-gga ain’t really bout sh-t! lets go!

[verse 1: akthesavior]
team full of kings rolling dank spliffs
free your mind one hit, elevate your sh-t
young god steady plotting one angel chick
motivated by the n-ggas that i be gettin’ with, hold up
n-ggas ain’t really bout sh-t, nah
n-ggas ain’t really bout sh-t, nah
n-ggas ain’t really bout sh-t, nah
n-ggas ain’t really bout sh-t
uhh when you look up ua in the sky like a plane pick a book up
you dumb motherf-ckers use your brain like a hooker
i’m all up in her guts but i ain’t paying
motherf-cker do i look like the type to be a lame?
rhetorical d-mn
i answer no man
i conquer my soul, the lord of my land
counter weak flows like dan or liu kang
i rep beast coast the most elite clan
d-mn! what it be like n-gga?
rolling up that sour d my n-gga
here to free the people
cleanse their souls of evil
better find yourself before the priest deceive you, lord!
i’m rolling up that potent
what you trying do?
my music save the world, n-gga who the f-ck is you?

[chorus]
pop another tab of the ls-sh-t
take another hit on my indo stick
pulled up on your chick
told her get in the whip
she looked at a n-gga, and said you the sh-t
n-ggas ain’t really bout sh-t, nah
n-ggas ain’t really bout sh-t, i said
n-ggas ain’t really bout sh-t, nah
n-ggas ain’t really bout sh-t

pop another tab of the ls-sh-t
take another hit on my indo stick
pulled up on your chick
told her get in the whip
she looked at a n-gga, and said you the sh-t
n-ggas ain’t really bout sh-t, nah
n-ggas ain’t really bout sh-t, i said
n-ggas ain’t really bout sh-t, nah
n-ggas ain’t really bout sh-t

[verse 2: issa gold]
you know my soul indigo
guard your girl i’ll take your ho
she might hit the shrooms, she might hit the weed
now we trippy n-gga you know, lets go
n-ggas ain’t really bout sh-t
me and my n-ggas get dough of the shrimp
my money not taxed, n-gga f-ck that sh-t
breaking down the work, watch the motherf-cker flip
a n-gga f-cked up
yeah i smoke and i drank
repping the life my n-gga what you think?
stare at the stars as i puff on my dank
beast coast we up and theses n-ggas they sank
uhh, what you talking about n-gga?
see me in the front with circle of the winners
show me my opponent watch me motherf-ckin k!ll him
third eye precision ain’t no way that we gon’ miss him
trapped inside the crib, keep the works out the kitchen
guiding by the light but you n-ggas never listen
a blast from the past this king ever laugh
i’m smoking on hash to live first you last
but n-ggas ain’t really bout sh-t
ya’ll know motherf-cker conscious
but get off my d-ck
let me talk my sh-t

- the underachievers

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