Old but Gold pg3
When we stepping to this mic,
Gotta keep this shit tight,
Gotta make it, aight
We flying high as kites,
We don't need to take no flights,
"There's a blunt rolled up"
Pass it left in the circle,
This ain't a mutha fuckin holiday,
The Ganja Kings, fool you know we don't play,
If you wanna diss TGK, better step up to Us,
Face to face, then we'll put you in your place,
There's a knock on your door,
It's the guy we just swarmed,
We right behind him and..
He begs, "please, no more!"
I'm like a kid in a candy store, when it
Comes to these lyrics, hooks and flows,
You asking me to write some more, but I won't cuz I'm heading out the door,
Just listen to this chorus and I will blaze,
Sit back, take a hit and hope for better daze,
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...
