[Verse 1: AKTHESAVIOR]
Can a young n***a get cheese?
Tryna take everything even tax out dreams
Gotta find faith cause the fact's unseen
Roll a spliff, meditate, then I'm back on my G
Back on the plate with the bat of the weed
With a passion to make it so momma can see
Had to look inside the fire, my soul seek
Made a n***a slow grind like chopped and screwed beats

[Verse 2: Issa Gold]
Guided by the light, n***a keep your dark
Swimmin' through the deep on the creep like a shark
Bulls-eye n***a when my shot hit the mark
I be beggin' a n***a come step to the god
See-through facade, like a mirage
N***a spit illusion all in they bars
Y'all in the war, I'm runnin' take charge
Grippin' my tool I'm ready for war
My n***a don't fall

[Hook: Issa Gold]
All my n***as we ride for the coast, ride for the coast, ride for the coast
Swear to my life I'ma die for the coast, die for the coast, die for the coast
Heavy weed smoke, cop a O just to blow
Rolled three smoke, 2-1 for the road
Poured up a four, champagne for the toast
Rap game full of jokes
Goddamn we the hope
Goddamn we the hope
[Verse 3: AKTHESAVIOR]
Hundred million dollars ain't gon' buy you the truth
Trapped in the field which side you gon' choose?
Praise to the savior like the Lion of Judah
Breakaway from the hatred what defines you is you
Findin' peace of mind when I grind up the Buddha
Know we seeing hard times but the pine make me cooler
Slide through Munich, worldwide with the music
When you lie about the movies, sick and tired of you losers
One day my n***a, you gon' see
When I make it to the top, gonna kick in the door, G
Super faded but I'm up makin' loot with the whole team
Heavy hittin' with the lie my blunt's two grams each
Your shit has seeds, don’t pass that to me
Only OGs get wrapped up and chief
Even O.T. my man's got the heat
Just whip out the stack and smoke 'til I sleep
Hopin' I wake the day you'll bring peace
But know we still slaves, use brain to break free
Souls can't be tamed, just puff smoke you'll see
Just joined the campaign, the kings you can't beat
Serf is like Wales just let the kid breathe
Watch my ship sail leave marker hits three
Thought I would fail but now they miss he
And now they tell tales 'bout grinding with me
Safe with a strap, both ways of my pap
Used a king to save my life, I'm the savior of rap
Stay with the pack, smoking J's in the back
Independent in the night, might [?] witcha cap
Brain in the past, got you chained and attack
I was guided by the light, no stranger to trap
Up according to this fight but my basement was piped
Now my homies saw the passion and displayed through my axe
[Hook: Issa Gold]
All my n***as we ride for the coast, ride for the coast, ride for the coast
Swear to my life I'ma die for the coast, die for the coast, die for the coast
Heavy weed smoke, cop a O just to blow
Rolled three smoke, 2-1 for the road
Poured up a four, champagne for the toast
Rap game full of jokes
Goddamn we the hope
Goddamn we the hope

[Verse 4: Issa Gold]
Raised up to bring change cause you can feel it all on my shit
N***a I done came up I’m getting paper I get paid for all of this shit
I tell a n***a wake up, and get you cake up, and put you mind on top of your list
N***a I don’t take drugs a n***a is drugs
Sell dali up in this bitch
All of my n***as ridin' around with at least ten blunts, two motherfuckin' pounds
Woods in the hood I don’t pass 'em around
'Cause my n***as smoke good got they own fuckin' loud
N***a fuck your style, see the coast gon' shine
Fuckin' with the gods, must be out your mind
Tryna set the wave let me see you gon' try
Put a n***a in his place send him up to the sky
C9 n***a fly, big blunts on the rise
Drugs on the side keep a n***a real high
I don’t fuck with the 'caine but the hoes might try
Only weed in the sights is my mothafuckin' type
Tell the bitch how to mind out her mothafuckin' sight
Young gods on the rise, see a little n***a life
Take note redesign then n***as won’t drop
Beast Coast on top and my n***as gon' flock
Smoke from the west got this dope for the low
New York n***a wakin' up no snow
Sun enticing a young n***a flow and I got the drugs so you already know
Son of the god that’s word to the crow
Bruce Leroy, young n***a gon' blow
Fuck if you blow, still paid out the shows
And my fans only grow, wanna pay me the dough