Issa Gold - Midnight Augusto lyrics

[Intro: Issa Gold] You know it's your boy Issa Gold Sar Ayu reppin' for them Indigos going wild and all that. I'm out here. Ya'll n***as know I don't f** with none of these n***as man, I don't f** with none of ya'll rap n***as man. Ya'll n***as ain't about sh**! None of ya'll n***a man. f** outa here man! n***a ain't really bout sh**! Lets go! [Verse 1: AK] Team full of kings rolling dank spliffs Free your mind one hit, elevate your sh** Young god steady plotting one angel chick Motivated by the n***as that I be gettin' with, hold up n***as ain't really bout sh**, nah n***as ain't really bout sh**, nah n***as ain't really bout sh**, nah n***as ain't really bout sh** Uhh when you look up UA in the sky like a plane pick a book up You dumb motherf**ers use your brain like a hooker I'm all up in her guts but I ain't paying Motherf**er do i look like the type to be a lame? Rhetorical damn I answer no man I conquer my soul, the lord of my land Counter weak flows like Dan or Liu Kang I rep beast coast the most elite clan Damn! what it be like n***a? Rolling up that Sour D my n***a Here to free the people Cleanse their souls of evil Better find yourself before the priest deceive you, lord! I'm rolling up that potent What you trying do? My music save the world, n***a who the f** is you? [Hook] x2 Pop another tab of the LS-sh** Take another hit on my indo stick Pulled up on your chick Told her get in the whip She looked at a n***a, and said you the sh** n***as ain't really bout sh**, nah n***as ain't really bout sh**, I said n***as ain't really bout sh**, nah n***as ain't really bout sh** [Verse 2: Issa Gold] You know my soul indigo Guard your girl I'll take your ho She might hit the shrooms, she might hit the weed Now we trippy n***a you know, lets go n***as ain't really bout sh** Me and my n***as get dough of the shrimp My money not taxed, n***a f** that sh** Breaking down the work, watch the motherf**er flip A n***a f**ed up Yeah I smoke and I drank Repping the life my n***a what you think? Stare at the stars as I puff on my dank Beast Coast we up and theses n***as they sank Uhh, what you talking about n***a? See me in the front with circle of the winners Show me my opponent watch me motherf**in k** him Third eye precision ain't no way that we gon' miss him Trapped inside the crib, keep the works out the kitchen Guiding by the light but you n***as never listen A blast from the past this king ever laugh I'm smoking on hash to live first you last But n***as ain't really bout sh** Ya'll know motherf**er conscious But get off my dick Let me talk my sh** [Hook] x2