Allusions Lyrics - Evermore: The Art Of Duality - The Underachievers

Gee, young nigga but my heart is timeless 

No price on my soul, ship filled up with gold 

Mothafucka y'know that's priceless 

2 grams ain't enough, nigga keep yo blunt 

Won't smoke if the shit ain't the finest 

Niggas talk about what they got 

When you check on these niggas, motherfuckers be lying 

Bow down to the motherfucking highness 

Fire start Hibachi, nigga OG like Hiachi 

Break up yo whole posse, ya'll niggas movin' too sloppy 

Hittin' like I'm Rocky, independent you can't drop me 

Beast Coast be my army if I tell 'em shoot, they got me 

Raised in the belly of the beast 

Born in a war but my heart with the peace 

Raising up Gods every time that I speak 

When we all get involved ain't no starvin' to eat 

Making sure all my niggas gon' feast 

Ya'll gonna see why we chasing the cream 

Roll up the leaves, nigga spark up the tree 

You ain't got no weed? 

Nigga fuck you mean My aura gold, went to the oracle 

I'm the illest motherfucker eating caribou 

I went through all the bull, about a toilet full 

In royal flesh, I want all the loot man 

The sour be clutch like Kobe do 

And I'm living in L.A. so that's only proof 

Got a bitch in the bay, that love the stroke 

She be screaming "AK!" when I shove the broom 

It's a mismatch, can't hold us 

Better get back, you ain't no soldier 

Fuck your sister, guess what she told us 

You a bitch ass nigga since stroller, now hol' up 

Smoking good, 'fronto wrapped around the OG in my hood 

It's understood, if AK be winning then you know you could 

Psych! bitch can't kill my vibe, I'm on an everlasting high 

Want peace of mind and piece of pie 

If it's not both then take my life 

I'm blowing smoke until I die, high as heaven watch me fly 

Look within you'll prolly find a place 

Go home boy live yo life 

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I'm blowing gas smoke, fuck up my cash flow 

Fuck it lets waste it 

We advance though even your fans know 

Ya'll niggas basic 

Smoking hash bone, we lit like candles 

Nigga stay faded 

You and yo mans jokes, we with yo damn hoe 

Them bitches wasted 

(One thing is sure) 

Peso, I'm counting peso's and smoking fuego 

Save hoes, you niggas save hoes, now that's a no-go 

Photo, she sneaking photo, she think she low tho 

Soul gold, she think my soul gold, think we should hang tho 

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I'm smoking mad dope, she sniffin' mad blow 

I'm like "you bad hoe", now fast ford' 

She took her pants off, guess she like assholes 

Gang coast be counting mad dough with no advance tho 

My cash flow, fuck up a damn show then take a fan home 

Fuego, smoking fuego with yo dame 

Been like a whole 20 minutes, can't front 

Nigga still don't know her name 30 minutes later have my pinky in her frame 

She like, "I thought you were different? 

All of you rappers just the same" 

She ain't complain 

AK inside of your bitch, right in the bunk ain't no need for no crib 

Light up the skunk and then proceed to go in 

Like a nitrogen pump, top the speed off like damn 

Pray this new shit make your speaker blow 

Puffin' khalifa joe, make your girl tippy-toe in 

She in love then she go telling her friends 

Like she go hitting my line cause the lord is on tour yet again 

Wait for a nigga to start winning 

First they love you then they hate, then they tasting the salt 

Face it you niggas is soft 

Qilin know the knowledge is not hidden just open the vault 

No debating, stay dope inhaling 

Clear the road, no trailing 

Never sober, steering 

Get run over near me 

Dropping cold shit yearly 

Flow severely, i kno you feel me