Gold Soul Theory

[Verse 1: Issa Dash] 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 workin'and get up off my ass I'm on a 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 feeling acidic, so hazardous Elevated mafia, Flatbush Zombie familia No dumb niggas on our roster bruh Finna wreck your team if you not with us Beast Coast ain't no stopping us We fuck with the West like 'Pac and 'em But back to the story of the old me Rep for the young enlightened niggas livin' lowkey Smoke a little tree, pour a little bit of OE Keep me in my zone like a mothafuckin' goalie Holy shit I'm a mothafuckin' King nigga Black skin, gold soul, born to win nigga [Hook] Living 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 your life, that why your shit moving 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 flying with the knowledge, and a nigga 'bout to go far [Verse 2: AK] Generation of generals, keep my word in my genitals Gender roles, nigga I'm God as far as gender goes Sell my soul, never I'm gold, word to Gihanny golly I be, try me, highly I doubt, winning is likely, sorry, sorry Pat Riley, I'm strapped with jalepeno wraps Mandingo sag, your bitch be loving that, but fuck that AK the savior, elevate your brain, to the greater, spread that knowledge Keep your soul but skip that told, we done did hard labor for that Gold, and acres make them haters meet the maker Cause they, pose and fake it 'til they make it, so ungrateful To the, OG's, OJ, got 'em on, sipping on some OE A freak in a skirt, pom poms, shipping 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 Recognized since a younging and the Indigo that's inside Show my signs as an early bird, word I want what's mine, mine [Hook] [Outro] Get up on your shit, you ain't living up your life You's a fucking living God, why you bowing down to Christ You ain't knowing 'bout the golden gift that's trapped up in your mind Gold soul theory, Indigo's on the rise