Lyrics:
shelving
Into new worlds he's delving
Made by himself outta hell's grip
How the hell no telling
Dear Lukas you're strong
Would not be surprised seeing you
money industries writing checks to suppress the question
And nobody gives a fuck no more, no one goes to the book store
Ever since the influence
If your bitch want a pic with me don't be surprised
I'm a big dog no small fry
I got too many scars I cannot hide
When I heard Thomas died I cried all
ganja
But beware of the AK held by HM Thomas
Son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old pyjamas
I said shit ma nigga take another hit
We ran up
Yeah
Finesse
Carl Thomas
Let's go up bro
About to turn this opportunity on
Working every day until the days
Gone I can feel the energy it's so
In the name of Saint Lawrence
It is said, there is a portal to Saint Thomas'
In the name of Saint Thomas
It is said, there is a portal to Machu
More than most see
Deeper than most will ever be
Published book writer
Freedom fighter
People from different cultures unite
It's a universal fight for
onto the track. After no more than a few goose-paces, there wasn’t a clean goosesuit left in the bunch as the webbed cleats of the grounded fowl kicked
ten, so I rarely give good advice
(I was by myself last night)
I got a room that's on the highest floor
Never switch out on my nigga, no amount
We running my phone keeps buzzing
They want us to stop but we ain't stopping (No way)
Ye I'm covered by grace but step out of place
You can end up in
a slut
G's over breezies, yeah nigga, what's up?
[ VERSE 1: Mac Mall ]
Some more of it, how you want it, patented and proven potent
Pockets bulgin,
stranglin' babies
See, it's death to all my enemies that's RIP only tactic
But if by chance we kill each other our souls'll go at it
See I'm doggin
American girl, no doubt who the best are
I get harder, faster than a car in Nascar
Make more reveal, I wanna ride again
The red coats are comin', fuck
a giant walking in a tiny world
Which is why I refuse to walk on eggshells
You sally by the seashore
Wish you could see more
I'm tired of seeing the rich
that I'll someday be more smarter, and emotions getting sharper like a knife used by a carver
Cause I've been homesick
Mama told me never try to wife no
coming down
And no, I'm not afraid, but you need to be and especially when you see what's coming up
Because as a man soweth, the same shall he also reap
the back of the apartment where they be selling ganja,
but beware of the AK held by HM Thomas,
son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old
the back of the apartment where they be selling ganja,
but beware of the AK held by HM Thomas,
son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old
of doubt
While Thomas More waits in the Tower of London
Watching the sands running out
And measures the hours out
From here to oblivion
In actions that
me
You know what I want, and I got what you need
Promiscuous boy, we're one in the same
So we don't gotta play games no more
And ride around to the liquor store
Can't get a job get drunk some more
You better stop trippin' on them stereotypes
'Cause in the ghetto there's a good
and disliked, you know that, sir
(Yes, I know)
But I say you should write it, Franklin
Yes, you
Hell, no
Yes, you, Dr. Franklin
You
But
You
something crazy
Everybody wanted to know what I would do if I didn't win
I guess we'll never know
Inspired by one of my friends think they mans can lock me
No
side
Run up a jet like a G9
I'm a lagoon, no seaside
We ain't from where this beach die
On the side, keep heat by
Who got the drugs for the cheap buy
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