Lyrics:

[Verse 1: AK the Savior]
Can a young nigga get cheese?
Tryna take everything even tax out dreams
Gotta find fate cause the fact's unseen
Roll it's spliff, let it take, then I'm back on my G
Back on the plate with the bat of the weed
With the passion to make it so momma can see
Had to look inside the fire, my soul seek
Made a nigga slow grind like chop-the-school beats

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

[Hook: Issa Gold]
All my niggas we ride for the coast, ride for the coast, ride for the coast
Swear that's my life I'd die for the coast, die for the coast, die for the coast
Heavy weed smoke cop a O just to blow
Rode 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: AK the Savior]
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 pot 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 nigga, you gon' see
When I make it to the top, gonna kick in the door [?]
Super faded but I'm up makin' loot with the whole team
Heavy hittin' with the lie my blunt's two gram each
Your shit has seeds, don’t pass that to me
Only OGs get wrapped up in chief
Even O.T. my man's got the heat
He whips out the stack and smokes 'til I sleep
Hopin' I wake the day you'll bring peace
But know we still slaves with the 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
Tought I would failed but now they miss he
And now they tell tales about 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 Js in the back
Indepenedent in the light, like [?]
Brain in the past, got you chained and attack
I was guided by the light, no stranger to trap
But according to this fight with my basment was piped
Now my homies saw the passion and [?] through the axe

[Hook: Issa Gold]
All my niggas we ride for the coast, ride for the coast, ride for the coast
Swear that's my life I'd die for the coast, die for the coast, die for the coast
Heavy weed smoke cop a O just to blow
Rode 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
Nigga I done came up i’m getting paper I get paid for all of this shit
I tell a nigga wake up, and get you cake up, and put you mind on top of your list
Nigga I don’t take drugs a nigga in drugs
Sell dali up in this bitch
All of my niggas ridin' around with at least ten blunts, two motherfuckin' pounds
Woods in the hood I don’t pass em around
'Cause my niggas smoke good got they own fuckin' loud
Nigga 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 nigga in his place send him up to the sky
C9 nigga fly, big blunts on the rise
Drugs on the side keep a nigga real high
I don’t fuck with the game 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 nigga life
Take note redesign then niggas won’t drop
Beast Coast on top and my niggas gon' flock
Smoke from the west got this dope for the low
New York nigga wakin' up no [?]
Sun enticing a young nigga flow and I got them drugs so you already know
Son of the god that’s word to the crow
Bruce Leroy, young nigga gon' blow
Fuck if you blow, still paid out the shows
My fans only grow, gonna pay me the dough