The Underachievers - Fake Fans lyrics

[Issa Gold:] Listen Listen Listen Everybody tryna' get up on our sh** Talkin' 'bout they're elevated, they Don't know the half of it Tryna' get up in our posse, we got rules like f**in' Nazis Gotta pop a Acid-hit and let it drip like ASAP Rocky Hol'up Catch me in SOHO with my team we're riding 'dolo Hoggin all my fans and give your ends up to the hobo's Walk around the store can't tell I'm high, smell the dro though If you don't f** with the gang man you ain't gettin' any photos Let me stop it, all my dreads? be rockin' sh** ain't nothing roll another, got a half O in my pocket I sweat the topic, they call me a prophet Makin music, f**in third eye, and The close their other sockets [Hook: Issa Gold] Spit this conscious sh** and all these other rappers frontin' 'Bout to f** the whole game up while I'm tokin' It ain't nothin' Be that indigo, you know Reppin' for that goldn soul Gotta get in where you fit in You ain't with it Gotta go Can't f** with n***as man Can't f** with n***as man They said they bout it They ain't bout it They ain't with the plan Can't f** with n***as man Can't f** with n***as man I keep a f**ing closed circle You ain't with the gang [AK:] Back on the map Now your chick all over my aura She see the king seeking the ring But never get nothing for her Brought up where futures ain't promised Look at my life be astonished Dishin' out positive rays Receiving back the same thing A living lord of my land You n***as novice, I know this Couldn't write a bar that I know The UA the hardest you know this Uh k**in' in the game, ain't even gonna lie Never thought I'd be in it, told 'Em it's gonna take time But of course they're a critic, cause I coast through the limits [?] be the venom, now we large and we living - Uh Guided by the light, shine the dark away Oh, you never earn a penny, live the harder way Your hearts intention be what you contemplate So spread love that's the godly way Got more d** than a pharmacy - uh That's your main squeeze in the lingerie She on her knee's like she trying to pray Embracing the D in all kinda ways So spirit-free is what I'm tryna say, motherf**aa sh**, I ain't gonna lie Went to school until I grew up, thought the limit was the sky Now I'm winning with the moon and k**ing liquid based lies Spreading knowledge like a tutor, doofus, screw waiting in line Let the Sour D fill my lungs Gold fangs hangin' over my gums We Flatbush bruh Can't stop us, just watch this And let the legends grow and become Uh [Hook: Issa Gold] Spit this conscious sh** and all these other rappers frontin' 'Bout to f** the whole game up while I'm tokin' It ain't nothin' Be that indigo, you know Reppin' for that goldn soul Gotta get in where you fit in You ain't with it Gotta go Can't f** with n***as man Can't f** with n***as man They said they bout it They ain't bout it They ain't with the plan Can't f** with n***as man Can't f** with n***as man I keep a f**ing closed circle You ain't with the gang