30 YEARS

(So tired)
(This really all i got)
(30)
(From the heart man)

[Verse]
How’d we get here? How it end so fast?
Had a chance to stop, left my foot on gas
Took a look through my phone, see the truth from my past
Damn I knew I couldn’t make lies last
Silly me
Santa pop ups come through yo chimney
I done cried many tears in scarves that’s LouisV
I done broke many hearts make up with jewelry
She gon poke the damn bear til it’s hot, no cooling me
But I bundle up
Looking for a play, my nigga huddle up
Got his bitch with no draws and she cuddled up
And my cup double foamed plus it’s muddyed up
Niggas looking for me but I’m 20 stories up
Got a booking for me only way we meeting up
Make a nigga dick sweat cause my heater tucked
Make a bitch knees weak when see the truck
Imma talk like lil keed and they gone listen up
Ahead of niggas
Lyrics sharp just might behead a nigga
Pump a nigga chest with lead like a medic nigga
Beast to these little dogs I might pet a nigga
I just reach my peak cause I’m stool stepping niggas
Roll ya eyes back to heavens gates
Got her legs to the sky, she feel it in her face
In love with another damn stripper I can’t learn my place
Doing 105 in a 40, million cash race
First nigga in, last out, I need all cake
Ass too big in her new dress, damn that’s all bae
Truck to big to fit in this little park space
Driver side eyeing cause we fucking in this parkway
Pour a 4 broad day
With it like it’s okay
Devil flags tall she still cry on shopping mall dates
Miami living with a car that read Utah plates
Top floor dior, she get full cuz this wagyu steak
In another lane tinted windows, I can’t see hate
Trainer come wit views of the city help me lose weight
Cops try to indite a nigga, quick, I lose trace
Screaming out "fuck the police" raise the crime rate

(ha ha)
(yeah, 30)
(Hol up one more time)
Cops try to indite a nigga, quick, I lose trace
Screaming out "fuck the police" raise the, crime, rate
(yeah)
(I fucked up a little bit on that shit but imma keep that shit)
(Im just practicing)

Seed in the plant of rap, watch me grow for years
Lebron numbers in a city with my Cavilers
I can't even trade notes, I’m passing all my peers
I can’t even have hope, I’m facing all my fears
You can talk money then I’m happy open ears
The war ain’t even won, we can’t toast up and cheer
This shit just begun, please sharp up the spears
I’ll shoot the gun, you just sit back and steer