The Underachievers

The Underachievers - May's Patience lyrics

rate me

Prophet Issa Gold though niggas know when the promo

Don't book me for no show bro

If my fans can't come and blow dro

And if we can't come blow smoke then me and my niggas won't go

Paparazzi want a photo, Kanye warn em that's a no-go

Indigo smolder smoking know I'm burning medical

My legends flow, I don't fuck with grounded nigga's let em' know

Spitting prophecy don't care if niggas get the message though

Do it for the gods so when they old their lifted souls can go

Tired of New York potholes take a trip to the West Coast

Call these niggas best coast cause these niggas blow the best smoke

Please don't hit my phone bro I'm in Cali eating taco's

Time to fly back to the East these niggas need that new shit pronto

Chapter 23 feed a fan they need that remedy

Had a dream, now a nigga making shit reality

Don't tell me shit, I don't care who is ahead of me

Put the quarter, and move 3 like equipped with that telepathy

Bow on arrival, loud from my survival jay

The towel on your bridal just loves when my third album's off the record though

Every time I spit it, got a record yo

Thirty something cities signing titties we the next to blow

Head to toe, fresher than a motherfucking eskimo

You hating though

Cause your shorty mock me like a metronome

It's the takeover so take cover the wait's over

The streets ain't act like this since they had baking soda

Fresh from Cali, smell the odor

Next stop Paris adios

But got a fatty, then I stroke her

C'est la vie, oh its over

Golden key, stay true to yourself cause the truth be the wealth that no one see

Started from the bottom, they doubt em but now I'm holding G's

Went from train hopping to fucking plane hopping

Brain swapping, spreading knowledge cause me and the lane'a option

Sponsor after sponsor my nigga so fuck shopping

Cause everything free when you’re doing your thing proper

They say we up next, show me who the best that nigga dead

Pay respect, twenty two year old with golden intellect

Place your bets, who you think gonn be really winning

When you know I'm really out here and I'm handling my business

Independence, setting the bar

Passing the fucking limit

Loud packs secure every time I'm up in this

Homie mind your business

My business is monumental man

You mental with a pen or a pencil I'm detrimental

I'm bout to kill this coming summer these Snorlax niggas is slumber

Mario hitting every brick, cause I ain't missing any one ups

Beast coast we the best and only silly niggas fronting

Summer night's in fucking progress and better off that it's coming

Come and tap the twenty three's

Damage rappers in any league

Cause they backwards, could never lead

Rolling black woods with hella seeds

Heifer please, this shit bigger than rapping Ma can't you see

This is UA, we the new wave of masses that'll set you free

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