Midnight Augusto

You know it's your boy issa gold 's alright

You rep for them indigos going wild and all that.

I'm out here. Ya'll niggas know

I don't fuck with none of these niggas man,

I don't fuck with none of ya'll rap niggas man.

Ya'll niggas ain't about shit! None of ya'll nigga man.

Fuck outa here man! Nigga ain't really bout shit! Lets go! Uhh

Team full of kings rolling dank spliffs

Free your mind one hit, elevate your shit

Young God steady plotting one angel chick

Motivated by the niggas that be getting the weed, hold up

Niggas ain't really bout shit, nah

Niggas ain't really bout shit, nah

Niggas ain't really bout shit, nah

Niggas ain't really bout shit uhh

When you look up ua in the sky like a plane pick a book up

You dumb motherfuckers use your brain like a hooker

I'm all up in her guts but I ain't paying

Motherfucker do I look like the type to be a lame?

Rhetorical damn I am, so no man

Conquer my soul the lord or my name

Counter weak flows like dan or liu kang

I rep beast coast the most elite clan

Damn! What it be like nigga?

Rolling up that sour d my nigga

It'll free the people

Clear the souls of evil

Better find yourself before the priest deceive you, lord!

I'm rolling up that potent

What you trying do?

My music save the world, who the fuck is you?

Pop another tab of the ls-shit

Take another hit on my indo stick

Pulled up on your chick

Told her get in the whip

She looked at a nigga, and said you the shit

Niggas ain't really bout shit, nah

Niggas ain't really bout shit, I said

Niggas ain't really bout shit, nah

Niggas ain't really bout shit

You know my soul indigo

Guard your girl I'll take your ho

She might hit the shrooms, she might hit the weed

Now we trippy nigga you know, lets go

Niggas ain't really bout shit

Me and my niggas get dough of the shrimp

My money not taxed, nigga fuck that shit

Breaking down the work, watch the motherfucker flip

A nigga fucked up

Yeah I smoke and I drank

Repping the life my nigga what you think?

Stare at the stars as I puff on my dank

Beast coast we up and theses niggas they sank

Uhh, what you talking about nigga?

See me in the front with circle of the winners

Show me my opponent watch me motherfuckin kill him

Third eye precision ain't no way that we gon' miss him

Trapped inside the crib, keep the works out the kitchen

Guiding by the light but you niggas never listen

A blast from the past this king ever laugh

I'm smoking on hash to live first you last

But niggas ain't really bout shit

Ya'll know motherfucker conscious

But get off my dick

Let me talk my shit

Pop another tab of the ls-shit

Take another hit on my indo stick

Pulled up on your chick

Told her get in the whip

She looked at a nigga, and said you the shit

Niggas ain't really bout shit, nah

Niggas ain't really bout shit, I said

Niggas ain't really bout shit, nah

Niggas ain't really bout shit