Gold Soul Theory

A rebel (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 ****, if you surpass this

Class bitch

LSD got your boy feelin acidic, so hazardous

Elevated mafia

(Flatbush Zombie familia)

No dumb **** 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 **** 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 ****

Black skin, gold soul, born to win ****

Uh-huh

Livin' in the world filled up with glitter and gold

A **** could get caught up if he ain't knowing his soul

His soul, yeah **** his soul

You ain't living up yo life, that why yo shit movin' slow

Listen, uh

Now get your back up off the wall ****

Ah ah, now get your feet up off the floor ****

Ah ah, now take flight up to the solar

I'm flyin' with the knowledge

And a **** bout to go far

Generation of generals

Keep my word in my genitals

Gender roles

**** I'm God as far as gender goes

Sell my soul

Never I'm gold

Word to Gihanny golly I be, try me, highly I doubt

Winning is likely, sorry, sorry

Pat Riley, I'm strapped with jalepeno wraps

Mandingo sag your bitch be loving that

But fuck that

AK the savior, elevate your brain, the greatest, spread that knowledge

Keep your soul but skip that told, we done did hard labor for that

Gold, and acres make them haters meet the maker

Cause they, pose and fake it 'til they make it, so ungrateful

To the, OG's, OJ, got 'em on, sipping on some OE

A freak in a skirt, pom poms, shipping 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

Recognized since a youngin' and the Indigo 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 **** could get caught up if he ain't know where his soul

His soul, yeah **** his soul

You ain't living up yo life, that why yo shit movin' slow

Listen

Uh, now get your back up off the wall ****

Ah ah, now get your feet up off the floor ****

Ah ah, now take flight up to the solar

I'm flyin' with the knowledge, and a **** 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)