Play Your Part lyrics
by The Underachievers
[Verse 1: Issa Dash]
Listen, n*ggas ain't really bout sh*t
On the block, hustle till the n*gga get rich
Third eye sharp, n*gga blame it on the piff
sh*t, nah n*gga but we got it like that
Keep ya Reggie Bush, only smoke loud pack
The sh*t hit hard, better not chief that
n*gga, this is known to heal cataracts
Ugh, and a n*gga like me
On my God sh*t, n*gga know my steeze
Low in the spots, pockets never on E
But she on E if she 'round me while I'm floating
In an ocean of the most potent grown sh*t
And I'm focused off this muthaf*ckin bong rips
They get me high, that's some fly sh*t
Angel n*gga, how the f*ck you 'gon stop this
[Hook]
I'm rolling up on that Indo
Getting high, n*gga off my weedsmoke
Elevated, n*ggas know how we roll
If you ain't with the light get steamrolled
Nowwww, my third eye sharp
f*cking with the gods, better play your part
You on the other side and you won't get far
Leave a b*tch ass n*gga stuck back in the dark
Whoa, you stuck in the dark n*gga
UA go hard n*gga
Better play your part n*gga, or you won't get far
Started from the bottom, we was swimming with the fishes
Now we the New York skyline flying with the pigeons
And I walk with the light, so I think a little different
You can get top floored in a New York minute
[Verse 2: Ak]
Elevating, partake with the greats my n*gga
UA save the day, no cape my n*gga
Ugh, respect to the gods that be living up
n*gga this life is a gift, hold your ribbons up
Cause that n*gga never wait bruh
Free your mind, levitate like an angel
Dream free that's the muthaf*ckin key
Look at me, skeet skeet in her guts, she's dangerous
Beastcoast hit 'em up with the light-work, get 'em up
Middle fingers up this is our earth, one love
One life n*gga, put in work like tha cuz
Do it for the light though heaven waits up above
Gold soul n*gga you can't fake this
UA n*gga, your b*tch favorite
She over here cause you n*ggas so basic
Kick back pop a tab, don't waste it
Since birth shown signs of the indigo
Had to obtain hidden gold in my inner soul
Heavy weed smoke, switching flows like I'm on a boat
Ugh, mixtape gon' restore the globe
Bring faith to a hundred soul(s)
Beastcoast n*ggas on a roll
Silver haze keeps the homies ghost
Been this way since a zygote, I float
Into astral plains and you fly low
Live the life everyday evil free, I'm blessed
With these wack rappers I can have a feast and digest
Had a dream it would happen now my acid manifest
No stress, nor regrets go hard til I rest, ugh
These n*ggas ain't really bout sh*t
Like to imitate but can't recreate
This
What your life bout, that greed and hatred?
Knock your lights out with ease, UA b*tch
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Issa Dash]
Ugh, n*ggas ain't really bout sh*t
Pop three tabs, smoke a muthaf*ckin blunt
Yeah you I'm tryna get ripped
Tryna bring knowledge to this motherf*cking b*tch
On my elevated third eye sh*t
Bet you ain't think a conscious mutherf*cker
Could ever make it sound like this
I read secret teachings and now my brain grow
Don't be spreading lies, my n*ggas and I know
We started from the bottom, we headed to the top though
And stop us , we control the whole sh*t like maestros
Now elevated b*tches they waiting by my shows
And dumb muthaf*ckers that know me, where I go
But I greet em with a smile like "hey, what up bro"
Cause I know the dumb n*gga respected my flow
UA, UA b*tch n*gga get it right when you see my kings
You hate, we great
Only seeking out mutherf*ckin championship rings
We make, new lanes paved the way for you dumb mutherf*ckers in sin
We safe, you ain't
You dumb mutherf*ckers ain't never gon win, ugh
Use the same styles you n*ggas recycle
Some dumb mutherf*ckers in disguise but I know
They screaming Beastcoast in every city that I go
I see ya in the crowd my n*gga you're not low
I f*ck with queen b*tches, they f*ckin with ya'll hoes
She f*ckin with the Gods, she addicted to my glow
The sh*t is guaranteed and maybe if we blow
So peep UA steeze my n*gga and take notes
n*ggas ain't really bout sh*t (bout sh*t)
Nah, nah, nah, nah
n*ggas ain't really bout sh*t (bout sh*t)
Nah, n*ggas ain't really bout sh*t (n*ggas ain't bout sh*t)
n*ggas ain't really bout, nah, nah (x2)
[Hook]