Top Songs By The Underachievers
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Underachievers
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Akeem Joseph
Lyrics
Christopher Bristol
Composer
Marlon Fung
Lyrics
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Lord
Lord
Uh
[Verse 2]
AK the illest, bring faith to your village
Just pass me the cake and a eighth of that killa
Your brain is at stake, break away or be dinner plate
Smokin' on broccoli, help her hyperventilate
Haters gon' hate, but the winners gon' finish race
Don't let me demonstrate, that's how your men get slayed
Floating on OG, can't replicate
Stay on the west, so the cuz gotta regulate
Know we gon' elevate, fuck what a peasants say
Just let the résumé resonate heavily
Soon as I hop out, them chicks form assembly
Christ of this century, so they befriendin' me
Uh, enemies hope for the end of this energy
Spreadin' that evil, them spirits can't enter me
Puffin' on diesel, no ego the remedy
Holiest entity, fuck is you sayin', G?
[Verse 3]
S.O.A., I'm a rider
Trapped in your conscience, my ****, you wildin'
Sail 'cross the seven seas, ****, Poseidon
Spreadin' the truth with my shooter beside me
Wish he would front by the end of my blunt
We make sure he get jumped, ain't no more one-on-ones
Two shots to the lungs, bet he fall like a bum
Ass drunk off the rum, hope his homies would come
That's why I be talkin' 'bout peace, man
'Cause where I'm from
These ****'ll blamm you as soon as you reach, fam
I'm stuck off this blunt, roll it up till it's stuffed
Motherfucker, that's three grams
You be fuckin' with the gods
Must be out your mind
Muthafuckas be tweakin'
Two shots for your weak gang
[Verse 4]
Wait, wait, wait
My **** don't play, my **** don't play
Them **** is fake, fake, fake
Don't fuck with the snakes, don't fuck with the snakes
Y'all **** ain't safe, safe, safe
Get the fuck out my face, get the fuck out my face
****'s life is a waste, waste, waste
Gon' find another **** come and take your place
[Verse 5]
Shout out to all of this ganja
Blowin' down trees like a new forest fire
**** not quittin', I thought of retiring
Till I done realize these **** is tired
All I gotta do is drop them that fire
So I'm tying up my shoes, tell 'em "Try me"
Got 'em singing blues, these **** is choirs
I don't fuck with fools, a **** stay silent
Uh, sippin' and puffin' on green
Fuck with growers, watch them cut down the trees
Cut it, bag it, flip it, ship it to me
Got it on-the-arm, that's basically free
Paid to talk, a **** livin' the dream
Spend a hundred dollars, four on the lean
Mary Jane, we married that faithfully
Do the drugs, the drugs, they never do me
[Verse 6]
Wait, wait, wait
My **** don't play, my **** don't play
Them **** is fake, fake, fake
Don't fuck with the snakes, don't fuck with the snakes
Y'all **** ain't safe, safe, safe
Get the fuck out my face, get the fuck out my face
****'s life is a waste, waste, waste
Gon' find another **** come and take your place
[Verse 7]
UA take over the atlas and draw with the AK
That's 4-7 balance
So vacate, don't challenge, got artistic talents
That's just what she said, then I made her my canvas
I came up from Flatbush, made it on my own
Now we established, smoke one to the dome
It's a new chapter, pages to my soul
Gotta keep one eye open and stay on your toes
My ****, play your role
[Verse 8]
(My ****, play your role)
(My ****, play your role)
[Verse 9]
Really pop up on a **** blocka
If he think he harder 'cause a **** conscious
Gotta keep the chopper just to cease the nonsense
But we fight for peace, know that the kids are watchin'
Known to keep it G always, I'm Joseph Stalin wildin'
Chased my dreams, homie, now money pilin'
Halle-hallelujah, spit that embalming fluid
Taught her Kama Sutra, gave her body bruises
If you want it, I got it, one quick maneuver
Try to diss the rulers, we got distant shooters
I'm the highest, blow chronic and blaze the roof
Indigo army, we mobbin' like "Where's the loot?"
Got a problem? Got no time, you too minuscule
Fuck all your questions, you know I hate interviews
In a few seconds, could knock some sense into you
Bittersweet interlude, quickly bring end to you imbeciles
Know you pretendin', you lame
Couldn't enter in my circle, no way
All my **** out here making some change
As we sit at the top, take a look where we came
Now the game ain't the same
Written by: Akeem Joseph, Christopher Bristol, Marlon Fung