Released on January 29, 2013

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[Intro: Issa Gold]

I get that chick, she comin' through, you know she gonna hit it

Word to my niggas, word to the biggest killer

Yo, uh


[Verse 1: Issa Gold]

We be that elevated mafia, underachieving, lot with us

Nigga, there ain't no stopping us, prosperous off that garlic drug

Mantras when I spit this flow, knowledge filled up in every bar

But I'm guided by the light, no shine

Soldier of The Father, but I ain't no Christian

Underachievers make believers out of heathens

Portraying legends, got greatest presence up in heaven

Sit and roll that dynamite, prickly shit, that porcupine

Pot prescriptions, that funky shit, you hit it, then you quit it


[Verse 2: AKTHESAVIOR]

Eyes closed, Indian style sitting, my mind zones

Herbal essence, Cali kush aroma for the stoners

Benjamin Franks on us, can't get a Lincoln out us

Before you think about it, we got it, just being honest

We progress when we ain't tryna, UA, we redefining diamond

What I need, a rhyming sharp nigga, ego-shining

Heron from here on, if not, you hear wrong

Young intellect with fear gone, I'll take a bear on


[Interlude: Issa Gold]

Yeah, one time for the niggas in the hood, uh

And all my niggas knowing they be living good, uh, yeah

I am the man, forgive the past

Motherfucker, I'm tryna, I'm tryna, I'm tryna...

(Building it up into a bigger plan)


[Verse 3: Issa Gold]

A bigger plan, forever young, call a nigga Peter Pan

God told me young that I would be the man, it's evident

Medicine, medical grade, nigga know my preference

Rizla shit—roll it and face it, this weed is limitless

Up the stairs, out of your old ways, elevating your forte

Conscious, up out in deep space, can you relate?

That's why we don't bump your mixtape, only keeping good shit on replay

That Marvin Gaye, little Coldplay, maybe Sade


[Verse 4: AKTHESAVIOR]

Seven days, seven nights, in the booth straight creating that good music in the soul

Food for thought, you been waiting, right?

Cooking up shit with my apron tight

Listening to this verse might save your life

Hard work put in, automatic gon' win

Had to learn from the sins, but I paid that price

I’m faded, no, not high, dog, I'm faded

Lost some friends in the struggle, I never thought I would make it

Mahdi, my fucking brother, I love you, you were the bravest

Even though I just met you, my heart you are engraved in, Amen


[Interlude: Issa Gold]

For all my niggas living up inside the sky

Living up they dreams, elevating they lives

Making they name, chasing the game

Told her baby, you winnin' the [?]

How you just giving it up without a, without a..?


[Verse 5: Issa Gold]

How you looking for shit to change if you ain't changing your ways?

Making the same mistakes, defining insane, peep game

We're the children of the light, risen

I’ll consult the free brethren, speak the wisdom of right and wrong

Tough, creating some better men

File now to the kingdom

'Cause you know the power comes with the wisdom

Get some, we went from God on a mission

Free you niggas trapped in mental prisons, listen

Roll that trop with that medicine

Underachievers, I represent

Put it down for my niggas man

Keep the bullshit back in the past


[Verse 6: AKTHESAVIOR]

I got the illest flows when my spirit glows

Underachieving 'til the grave, tryna' heal the blows

Limits broke like the levees down in N.O., so we float

Higher teacher, higher learning

That's the knowledge we promote

Eyes focused on our goals, stay counting them pesos

The fountain of youth, founded by conscious UA

Folks, I promise to spread knowledge

Roll up and remain ghost

Pay homage to the prophets

'Cause we offer the same coach, nigga


[Produced by Marcasso]