Gold Soul Theory

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 working and get up off my ass I'm 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 ain't no stoppin' us We fuck with the West like 'Pac and 'em But back to the story of the old me Rep with a youngin like a nigga 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 I'm a a mother fucking King nigga Black skin, gold soul, born to win nigga Livin' 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 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 I'm flyin' with the knowledge, and a nigga bout to go far Generation of generals Keep my word in my genitals Gender rolls, nigga I'm God as far as gender goes Sell my soul. Never I'm gold Word to Gihanny golly, try me Highly I doubt, winning is likely, sorry Pat Reily, I'm 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 Cause they, pose And fake it 'till they make it, so ungrateful To the, OG's, 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 that's inside Show my signs as an early bird Word I want what's mine, mine Livin' in the world filled up with glitter and gold A nigga could get caught up if he don't know where his soul His soul, yeah nigga his soul You ain't 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 I'm flyin' with the knowledge, and a nigga bout to go far Get up on yo shit, you ain't livin' up yo life You's a fucking livin God, why you bowin' down to Christ You ain't knowin' bout the golden gift that's trapped up in yo mind Gold soul theory, Indigos on the rise