Play Your Part Lyrics - Indigoism - The Underachievers

[Verse 1: Issa Dash] 

Listen, niggas ain't really bout shit 

On the block, hustle till the nigga get rich 

Third eye sharp, nigga blame it on the piff 

Shit, nah nigga but we got it like that 

Keep ya Reggie Bush, only smoke loud pack 

The shit hit hard, better not chief that 

Nigga, this is known to heal cataracts 

Ugh, and a nigga like me 

On my God shit, nigga know my steeze 

Low in the spots, pockets never on E 

But she on E if she 'round me while I'm floating 

In an ocean of the most potent grown shit 

And I'm focused off this muthafuckin bong rips 

They get me high, that's some fly shit 

Angel nigga, how the fuck you 'gon stop this 

[Hook:] 

I'm rolling up on that Indo 

Getting high, nigga off my weedsmoke 

Elevated, niggas know how we roll 

If you ain't with the light get steamrolled 

Nowwww, my third eye sharp 

Fucking with the gods, better play your part 

You on the other side and you won't get far 

Leave a bitch ass nigga stuck back in the dark 

Whoa, you stuck in the dark nigga 

You ain't go hard nigga 

Better play your part nigga, or you won't get far 

Started from the bottom, we was swimming with the fishes 

Now we the New York skyline flying with the pigeons 

And I walk with the light, so I think a little different 

You can get top floored in a New York minute 

[Verse 2: Ak] 

Elevating, partake with the greats my nigga 

UA save the day, no cape my nigga 

Ugh, respect to the gods that be living up 

Nigga this life is a gift, hold your ribbons up 

Cause that nigga never wait bruh 

Free your mind, levitate like an angel 

Dream free that's the muthafuckin key 

Look at me, skeet skeet in her guts, she's dangerous 

Beastcoast hit 'em up with the light-work, get 'em up 

Middle fingers up this is our earth, one love 

One life nigga, put in work like tha cause 

Do it for the light though heaven waits up above 

Gold soul nigga you can't fake this 

UA nigga, your bitch favorite 

She ova here cause you niggas so basic 

Kick back pop a tab, don't waste it 

Since birth shown signs of the indigo 

Had to obtain hidden gold in my inner soul 

Heavy weed smoke, switching flows like I'm on a boat 

Ugh, mixtape gon' restore the globe 

Bring faith to a hundred so 

Beastcoast niggas on a roll 

Silver haze keeps the homies ghost 

Been this way since a zygote, I float 

Into astral plains and you fly low 

Live the life everyday evil free, I'm blessed 

With these wack rappers I can have a feast and digest 

Had a dream it would happen now my acid manifest 

No stress, nor regrets go hard til I rest, ugh 

These niggas ain't really bout shit 

Like to imitate but can't recreate this 

What your life bout, that greed and hatred? 

Knock your lights out with ease, UA bitch 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3: Issa Dash] 

Ugh, niggas ain't really bout shit 

Pop three tabs, smoke a muthafuckin blunt 

Yeah you I'm tryna get ripped 

Tryna bring knowledge to this motherfucking bitch 

On my elevated third eye shit 

Bet you ain't think a conscious mutherfucker 

Could ever make it sound like this 

I read secret teachings and now my brain grow 

Don't be spreading lies, my niggas and I know 

We started at the bottom, we headed to the top though 

And stop us, we control the whole shit like maestros 

Now elevated bitches they waiting by my shows 

And dumb muthafuckers that know me, where I go 

But I greet em with a smile like "hey, what up bro" 

Cause I know the dumb nigga respected my flow 

UA, UA bitch nigga get it right when you see my kings 

You hate, we great 

Only seeking out mutherfuckin championship rings 

We make, new lanes paved the way for you dumb mutherfuckers in sin 

We safe, you ain't 

You dumb mutherfuckers ain't never gon win, ugh 

Use the same styles you niggas recycle 

Some dumb mutherfuckers in disguise but I know 

They screaming Beastcoast in every city that I go 

I see ya in the crowd my nigga you're not low 

I fuck with queen bitches, they fuckin with ya'll hoes 

She fuckin with the God, she dickin to my glow 

The shit is guaranteed and maybe if we blow 

So peep UA steeze my nigga and take notes 

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Niggas ain't really bout shit (bout shit) 

Nah, nah, nah, nah 

Niggas ain't really bout shit (bout shit) 

Nah, niggas ain't really bout shit (niggas ain't bout shit) 

Niggas ain't really bout, nah, nah [x2] 

[Hook] 

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