The Underachievers - N.A.S.A. lyrics

rate me

Niggas know the name call me, “hey you!”

Don't take that shit in vain like my prophet Jesus

I'm a new age nigga, quiet shit no news

I’m raising up indigos setting minds on the loose

I spit no stupid shit in my lyrics straight truth

I'm painting the city right around making moves

I'm putting in work in overtime while they snooze

Been rapping a year but what it sound like to you?

A nigga been blessed since he came out the womb

Now the world blessed too cause I'm the influence

Tuned with the truth kick knowledge in the booth

And the streets with the Gs and real niggas salute

Do it for the stars, aligning on planet X

Never had a plan B, I always knew I was next

Flex now them haters upset throw the checks,

Cause I team full of architects

Hook:

You know the world of haters man don't worry about ‘em get lit

I made another song for them smokers dogs,

So proceed to spark up your shit!

I dedicate this to elevated send praises round to my king

I put it down for them golden souls

You know what I represent.

Lords of the bush, fuck that …

Chistos meditate open eyes spit it all in the booth

Smoking on real strong might be foreign to you

Beast coast at the … to be… to you

Rebirth of my soul, my cock is all new

Nigga, the real thing is a cock…

Niggas think I'm insane in they souls the refuse

Mind trapped like a slave then my songs they for you!

Staring at the world from my rear view

Cause I'm like a superhero

Spitting, uplifting my fucking pears

Dude leading by example only way you can fool

Mind full of data let it spill out in a vacant booth

Food that will try the gods we too sharp

Blind niggas couldn't recognize the true art

I figured out the source resides within the heart

My niggas here to pesticide your buds down!

Hook:

You know the world of haters man don't worry about ‘em get lit

I made another song for them smokers dogs,

So proceed to spark up your shit!

I dedicate this to elevated send praises round to my king

I put it down for them golden souls

You know what I represent.

Repping up for the light

You know them sparks unite when I write.

Hop on my herb shuttle take flight

And spit that magic hitting the mic

Hold up! Spitting straight facts til the dumb niggas listen

While the gods in town better reach up for the ceiling with

My Jason mask cause we gotta make a killing

Using two eyes nigga then you ain't really livin'!

Born in this world with a heart full of gold

Gold crown on my mind can't tame my soul

Blow loud all the time change I know

Still keep it G like a fucking diamond do

Take a hit of weed see it from an astral view

As we’re tossing with demons, I fly past

We coming at you don't feel us then move

To a city full of liars, cause you’re saying that truth!

Hook:

You know the world of haters man don't worry about ‘em get lit

I made another song for them smokers dogs,

So proceed to spark up your shit!

I dedicate this to elevated send praises round to my king

I put it down for them golden souls

You know what I represent.

[Outro:]

I’m rolling up and I’m floating up and I'm bout to smoke again

Blowing OG that potent green spark another up cause we win

Rest in peace to my nigga Steez

Don’t worry bout it, get lit!

Roll another up for my nigga, dawg

Dedicate this one to the Prince!

Thanks to cortez y. savage for correcting these lyrics