Old but gold.. Pg1.
According to Plan..
Chorus:
If you Start Spreading Rumours cuz you think you Caaan,
Everything works out According to Plan,
If you see Us Jump a Punk Cuz He Thinks He's the Maaan,
Everything works out According to Plan,
If you see Us smoke a Joint that we Rolled with a Gram,
Everything works out According to Plan,
If you see Us do a Mission and Roll out with a Graaand,
Everything works out According to Plan,
We getting high as fuck, puffin on the blunts,
We don't carry guns, just the left and the right ones,
TGK... That's the Name we Display,
I don't plaaay when I wanna Blaaaze,
I smoke an OZ just to Keep Me Faded,
"They calling 911!", man Fuck them haters!
I gotta laugh dude, I'm spitting noting but the truth,
I got a lot of homies who'd confirm it too,
I use to be a cheat, but I'm not anymore,
I turned a new leaf, and unlocked another door,
My life's a bore.. I try not to bring it to war,
Life's a whore.. I gotta get out of it for sure..
But until that time.. I'll continue to wind..
Down the clock, just a tic and a toc,
It all turns a little slower when you're in a hot box..
Smoking ganja on the regular is what we do,
A group of brothers, formally known as the crew,
They've expanded, and are locally stranded,
We on the West Side, yeah that's what's up,
Imma let the chorus play while I take this blunt to the face...
YOU ARE READING
Old but Gold, why imma Haida Bible.
SpiritualThis is all that I have written down as a haida youth stuck in the system. School? drugs? cars? clothes? money? jewellery? apprentices? Teachers? Addictions? Projections? Hesitations? Fuck you.. I'm so far ahead of this game that I'm just fixing to...
