Lyrics:
And now it's
Kicking the Beggar.
(The twits are kicking a beggar with a tray)
Simon's there and he's putting the boot in, and not terribly hard,
but he's
hard track like im a tumbr
Sliped on my word but I do not care you know im so Bright like im a flare
(Yea)
Thomas and friends you know what I don’t care
probably got something on the galaxy
Why it fucked up with makin' Trump
What the fuck
He's always tryin' to get his dick sucked
He's bland like me
'Cause I
pond in the meadow.
Billy the Bird saw the Duck, so he decided to fly down and pick an argument
with him.
''What kind of bird are you if you can't
these wrongs right
We took the stairs
Now we take flights
Had a momma and pops
To help me navigate
So how I still get lost
And make it home late
What you
Two strikes on my record and a scared mind
[master p]
So I'm crazy, drive by miss daisy
Sellin' dope to all these motherfuckers and killin' babies
I
show me love
To my sister and to brothers
Tell me why can't we just try to get along with one another
And stop hurtin' one another, fightin' one
ain’t what you think
This ain’t gonna sink
Time ain’t taking thought
If you never fought
I want you to sing along
If you with me
I want you to sing along
Angular.js was like staring into the sun
Laying down seeds with a promise
Spring awaits a little son named thomas
Life goes by so fast
Boilerplate is a thing
Yo
Learned to appreciate
All you have
Your mind, body, soul
Puff, puff, pass
Get lifted off life
We shifting hard white
Took one bad left
To make it
on the moon and Mars looking for new rest
He knew this planet is done
Yo he ain’t even stressed
Y’all prayin to the Gods cause it’s so hard
But see ya boi
Microphone addict and you know I stay feening
Speaking my truth, now and forever
Wasn't by luck that I got my treasure
I rise higher baby
I grew strong along
bout a fucking helicopter We gon' sneak under bed like a motherfucking
Monster We got so many guns, they thought it was
Prop guns Saw that nigga Thomas
at the surface
God,
How can you be so perfect
(Ay, get it, get it)
(Ay, get it, get it)
(Ay, get it, get it)
(Get it, get it)
I thought you knew hard times were
and girly pullin' all-nighters
She made me wish I never met her on my Carl Thomas
Droppin' pints of red, poppin' bars for the healin'
But now we pull up
cassettes and CD's
Produced and arranged by the four-man crew
And oh shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too
Make sure you have a system with some phat house
trying to get by
You call your mom I call my plug
And tell him bring the supply
I'm on it like Thomas
I'm a tank when I drive
I trained for this shit
and try to get niggaz
Thinkin' 'bout my mom and pop, while I'm monopolizin'
To hell with just gettin' by and economizin'
It's kinda hard bein' humble in
to get niggas
Thinkin' 'bout my mom and pop, while I'm monopolizin'
To hell with just gettin' by and economizin'
It's kinda hard bein' humble in
away, carried away
Carried away by the melody
'Cause I can't say what I really feel with words
I'm tryin so hard to reach you
I hope that I'm getting
to be a bad lil' shady nigga just like you
And I pop that ass one by one, plus two
Got my eyes on you!
Along with my whole squad ready to ride, yeah
chefs
I been working so hard and I really need some rest
But if it come to frequent I ain't giving my best
So I just go with the flow of my choosing
city lagos that's my birth place
It slaps so hard like a blunt with a lace
I know what you thinking niggha
We only come and blaze
That's why they call me
And The farther up that I climb
Getting haiku stairs
So I don't look down now
Inspired by background
Gotta make the right sound
So take a ride with me becuz…
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