Gold Soul Theory Lyrics - Indigoism - The Underachievers

A rebel 

Who went searching for treasures in his soul 

Fishing for gold I found the key to unlock the door 

To my mind's gate, hidden with some hieroglyphs 

Told me bout my future and my past and that I should get, I should get 

To light working and get up off my ass 

I'm on the path, to move the masses, spiritual tactics 

Soul masters, you bastards, spread it through classes 

Live your life free nigga, if you surpass this class bitch 

LSD got your boy feelin acidic, so hazardous 

Elevated mafia 

Flatbush Zombie familia 

No dumb niggas on our roster bruh 

Finna wreck your teeth if you not with us 

Beast Coast ain't no stoppin' us 

We fuck with the West like 'Pac and 'em 

But back to the story of the old me 

Rep with a youngin like a nigga over low key 

Smoke a little tree, pour a little bit of OE 

Keep me in my zone like a mother fucking goalie 

Holy shit I'm a a mother fucking King nigga 

Black skin, gold soul, born to win nigga 

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Livin' in the world filled up with glitter and gold 

A nigga could get caught up if he ain't knowing his soul 

His soul, yeah nigga his soul 

You ain't living up yo life, that why yo shit movin' slow 

Listen, now get your back up off the wall nigga 

Ah ah, now get your feet up off the floor nigga 

Ah ah, now take flight up to the solar 

I'm flyin' with the knowledge, and a nigga bout to go far 

Generation of generals 

Keep my word in my genitals 

Gender rolls, nigga I'm God as far as gender goes 

Sell my soul. Never I'm gold 

Word to Gihanny golly, try me 

Highly I doubt, winning is likely, sorry 

Pat Reily, I'm strapped with jalepeno wraps 

Mandingo sag, your bitch be lovin' that, but fuck that 

AK the savior, elevate your brain, the greatest 

Spread that knowledge, keep your soul but skip that tone 

We done did hard labour for that 

Gold, then A gon make them haters meet they makers 

Cause they, pose 

And fake it 'till they make it, so ungrateful 

To the, OG's, OJ, got em on, sippin' on some OE 

A freak in a skirt, pom poms, shippin' for a dime 

Tell her set her soul free 

Freeze, repeat, rewind 

Back to the time I was blind 

Never, I always incline the Third Eye 

Recognize, since the youngin' and the inner gold that's inside 

Show my signs as an early bird 

Word I want what's mine, mine 

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Livin' in the world filled up with glitter and gold 

A nigga could get caught up if he don't know where his soul 

His soul, yeah nigga his soul 

You ain't living up yo life, that why yo shit movin' slow 

Listen, now get your back up off the wall nigga 

Ah ah, now get your feet up off the floor nigga 

Ah ah, now take flight up to the solar 

I'm flyin' with the knowledge, and a nigga bout to go far 

Get up on yo shit, you ain't livin' up yo life 

You's a fucking livin God, why you bowin' down to Christ 

You ain't knowin' bout the golden gift that's trapped up in yo mind 

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