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letra de amendment 1 - tommothatrain

nothin’ small about this tank engine im confident ima do it big
smoke comin’ out tha top, but that’s just because of tha cigs
one time for that n-gga pimp c
coastin’ through my hood bumpin’ 8ball & mjg
blowed sittin’ on the milky way im sp-cely
do it for 256, yea one time for translee
with god i can do anything you can call me handy
man go insane karate chop you like sandy
miss me with that f-ck sh-t forever ima keep it real
fridge empty mama cryin’ somebody gota pay tha bills
neva eva sell my soul out for a bill
but i gota get this payment my n-gga f-ck how you feel

you say what you wana you can’t budge me like im job
even though im far from perfect i still know who hold the throne
my n-gga what you mean? i been out here to long
the simple fact that im alive proves that it was god alone
just cause i blow strong that mean i can’t be a christian?
next time read ya bible closer n-gga pay attention
it reads if you believe he died and rose then you are saved
so all that extra stuff you sayin really dont mean a thing
so gone and quit talkin and listen up brotha
you need to quit lyin cause no sin outweighs tha other
face it that n-gga tommo on another level
matter fact @datn-gguhtommo go follow me on twitter

i go hard, deliver
its easy like i deliver
im just a real n-gga in tha process of gettin delivered
im just chillin with my n-ggas
splittin’ down swishas
burned up mary jane’s extentions just to get a giggle
now that roll tide roll
roll tide roll
if you ain’t with #bamanation you can gone and roll on
im alabama made, built ford tough athens, al wadup
ballin’ just like the fort
all aboard, tha train comin’ so them fakes runnin
they can hear me before im comin cause tha way my b-ss hummin
studio session got me interstate runnin’
but any other time ima back road runner
moms told me im supposed to be a pastor or somethin’
guess that makes me the underground railroad, harriett tubman

im blessed, can walk around any hood with no vest
cause tha train is consistent, can’t speak on tha rest
i call you my caboose, cause you follow my lead
but the questions not who you follow the question is will you lead?
im a son of the father, sinner since birth
but the good book told me i would inherit the earth
cause im meek, like milli
plus im hot and cold like chilli
got a plethora of dreams that far exceed a milli
could give a d-mn about a deal as long as tha real people feel it
cause if thats the case my wealth and respect will never deplenish
they tell me get deeper, ask em how deep am i now
diggin’ like i got a shovel steady increasing my pile
i go wild, struggle hard
manage to keep a smile
pray to god and blow loud while traveling through tha crowd

- tommothatrain

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