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