[Hook 1] (2X)
All your life they said that you ain't gone be %#@!
All your life they said that you ain't gone be %#@!

All your life they said that you ain't gone be %#@!
Now Indigo soul, we run this (*##$


[Verse 1: Issa Gold]
I remember being young
Life gave me nothing but hard drugs and black lungs

And the teacher say you're smart, but ^!$$%s ain't passin'
Cause we outside getting high instead of in classrooms
The pastors preaching disasters to the masses

These actors thorough political $#&@ing !@$(s
They lacking any real $#&@ing spiritual backin'
It's tragic, I'm tellin you ^!$$%s that I ain't havin' it

Pick it up where Jesus left it off
Light bearing conscious, my chakra strong
Negative dissipate 'til the pain get lost,

And the positive energy hit strong like Thor
Third eye sharp like a mother$#&@in' hawk
And it pick apart living-hards trapped inside the dark

Make 'em see they heart, cause they Indigo from the start
But they trapped in an illusion, so it ain't they fault
Get up on your %#@!, switch up your lane

If lives aren't going right then seek out change
Take a trip out into the astral planes
And recognize, ^!$$%, that you are not the same

A Martian, reppin' the light 'til I see coffins
The hardest, UA the illest, my ^!$$%, solvin'
Problems, killed the rap game, it's full of garbage

Farthest from that, my ^!$$%, my soul is foreign

[Hook 2] (2X)

All your life they said that you ain't gone be %#@!
Pick it up now and watch the tables switch
Reality is yours, my ^!$$%, create it

Indigo soul, we run this (*##$

[AK]

Fresh off the west coast shores, mi amor
Plethoras of the best grown coral
Immortals, through borders and knowledge, and poverty, nah, nah, that ain't stoppin' me

Stacking dollas on top of celestial prophecy
Uh, resurrect the craft of the boom bap
With some new jacks from the Ave. bringing truth back

^!$$%, pop a tab, and quit thinkin' where ya root at
Open up ya crown and blow a pound of that purp loud, hold up
From a young'n conformin' to nothin' except the truth

Truth, that the (?) some fools in the fountain of youth
Everything they try to hide coincides, why strive
And rise like the holy Christ?-Me in top five-

Popeye, straight from the green, that's that pot-high
Popped eyes, in and out, like I'm on the west side
Neva be satisfied 'til I can touch the sky

Homies could touch the pot, Lord
Look around and see my team winnin' in every mention
Dimensions extendin' like one my bridges like we descended from heaven

Lost a couple friends, but 2(to)-47, I rep my (?...)
Smoke so many strains, %#@! get so hard to remember
Back in the day AK hardly play

Now we fly coast to coast spreadin' knowledge, gettin' paid
Made an oath, took a hold of every verse a ^!$$% sprayed
Got love for yourself, you got what it takes, my ^!$$%


[Hook 2]