Cold Crush - The Underachievers

I put it down for my city

That New' New York is with me

They say it’s like the 90's cause we bringing back the gritty

Rep that conscious flow committee

We’ll kill’em with no pity

my nigga Lex, you know I told him we gon' get it

Cause we blowing up

New York back on the map my nigga

Shout out to Cold Crush

Yeah we coming up, king of the city

When I show up

Bring a pound to a show security

They know whats up

Let me get my roll up

Whats the hold up?

(1: Issa Gold)

Came up from the bottom cause a nigga working hard

Everybody want a piece, my conscious shine just like a star

Now we copping the whole thing, I blow my weed down by the jar

And I’m using my three eyes a nigga watching for facade

Lets get lit

She like how i spit

I told her pop a hit

So innocent

Put her on that shit

She went and told her friend

I remember getting [?} smoking that indo in the morning

Told my momma, best don’t worry

Ima get it how I want it

We all in

Ain’t smoking that grade unless it’s medicine

My Letterman reek of the reefer

Ain’t tryna let her

Never sober, wake up in the morning take a hit

Never heard a kind of nigga flowing like this

Put my city on the map

While I bang on these hits

Now i laughing at these kids while I’m passing again

(2: AK)

Eleveated lifestyle

Never aim by the prophet if it ain’t by the dial

so they call me «Sun Child»

But after my sesh, shorty wet like the Nile

Took us back to the green room, made her go down

back to the team room, now mary go round

Fans shed tears, screaming child

Give me a couple more years, and i would’ve thrown crown foreall

Counting mils

Stepped out the box, now my brain builds

That sour diesel my brain fills

Live stress free, cause pain kills

Uh, stack green bills

From shore to shore

Bout to tour the globe

Torch flow to your torched soul

Can’t dodge those

(uhhh, nah, nah)

What you niggas on?

I’m in the bush with the herb I’m puffing strong

Been a gift to this earth since I was born

Better know your fucking work before your gone

Elevated, go home you can’t dethrone king

Got my wisdom from the holy soul, the worlds spring

Know the system want control

But no i won’t sink

Cause New York raised the golden soul through the ink