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 minds gate, hidden with some hieroglyphs
Told me bout my future and my past and that I should get, I should get
To light working and get up off my ass
Im on the 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 feelin acidic, so hazardous
Elevated mafia
Flatbush Zombie familia
No dumb niggas on our roster bruh
Finna wreck your teeth if you not with us
Beast Coast aint no stoppin 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 over low key
Smoke a little tree, pour a little bit of OE
Keep me in my zone like a mother fucking goalie
Holy shit Im a a mother fucking King nigga
Black skin, gold soul, born to win nigga
[Hook]
Livin in the world filled up with glitter and gold
A nigga could get caught up if he aint knowing his soul
His soul, yeah nigga his soul
You aint living up yo life, that why yo shit movin 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
Im flyin with the knowledge, and a nigga bout to go far
[Verse 2: AK]
Generation of generals
Keep my word in my genitals
Gender rolls, niggaIm god as far as gender goes
Sell my soul. Never Im gold
Word to Gihanny golly, I be, try me
Highly I doubt, winning is likely, sorry
Pat Reily, Im strapped with jalepeno wraps
Mandingo sag, your bitch be lovin that, but fuck that
AK the savior, elevate your brain, the greatest
Spread that knowledge, keep your soul but skip that tone
We done did hard labour for that
Gold, then A gon make them haters meet they makers
Cuz they, pose
And fake it till they make it, so ungrateful
To the, OGs, OJ, got em on, sippin on some OE
A freak in a skirt, pom poms, shippin 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
Recognize, since the youngin and the inner gold thats inside
Show my signs as an early bird
Word I want whats mine, mine
[Hook ]
Livin in the world filled up with glitter and gold
A nigga could get caught up if he dont know where his soul
His soul, yeah nigga his soul
You aint living up yo life, that why yo shit movin 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
Im flyin with the knowledge, and a nigga bout to go far
[Outro]
Get up on yo shit, you aint livin up yo life
Yous a fucking livin god, why you bowin down to Christ
You aint knowin bout the golden gift thats trapped up in yo mind
Gold soul theory, indigos on the rise