The Underachievers - Midnight Augusto Lyrics
(Intro: Issa Gold)You know it's your boy Issa Gold Sar Ayu rep for them Indigos [?] all that. I'm out here. Ya'll niggas know i don't ***** with none of these niggas man, I don't ***** with none of ya'll rap niggas man. Ya'll niggas ain't about shit! None of ya'll nigga man. ***** outa here man! Nigga ain't really bout shit! Lets go! Uhhhh(Verse 1:AK)Team full of kings rolling dank spliffsFree your mind one hit, elevate your shitYoung god steady plotting one angel chickMotivated by the niggas that be getting the weed, hold upNiggas ain't really bout shit, nahNiggas ain't really bout shit, nahNiggas ain't really bout shit, nahNiggas ain't really bout shitUhh When you look up UA in the sky like a plane [?]You dumb mother*****ers use your brain like a hookerI'm all up in her guts but I ain't payingMother*****er do i look like the type to be a lame?Rhetorical damn I am, so no man conquer my soul the lord or my nameCounter weak flows like [?] Liu KangI rep beast coast the most elite clanDamn! what it be like nigga?Rolling up that Sour D my niggaIt'll free the peopleClear the souls of evilBetter find yourself before the priest deceive you, lord!I'm rolling up that potentWhat you trying do?My music save the world, who the ***** is you?(Chorus 2x: Issa Gold)Pop another tab of the LS-ShitTake another hit on my indoor stickPulled up on your chickTold her get in the whipShe looked at a nigga, and said you the shitNiggas ain't really bout shit, nahNiggas ain't really bout shit, I saidNiggas ain't really bout shit, nahNiggas ain't really bout shit(Verse 1: Issa Gold)You know my soul indigoGuard your girl I'll take your hoShe might hit the shrooms, she might hit the weedNow we trippy nigga you know, lets goNiggas ain't really bout shitMe and my niggas get dough of the shrimpMy money not taxed, nigga ***** that shitBreaking down the work, watch the mother*****er flipA nigga *****ed upYeah I smoke and I drankRepping the light my nigga what you think?Stare at the stars as I puff on my dankBeast Coast we up and theses niggas they sankUhh, what you talking about nigga?See me in the front with circle of the winnersShow me my opponent watch me mother*****in kill himThird eye precision ain't no way that we gon' miss himTrapped inside the crib, keep the works out the kitchenGuiding by the light but you niggas never listenA blast from the past this king ever laughI'm smoking on hash to live first you lastBut niggas ain't really bout shitYa'll know mother*****er consciousBut get off my dickLet me talk my shit(Chorus 2x)
