30,000 (feat. Mike Voss & Dylan Drapen)

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A-Rob

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Thirty
Thirty thousand feet above the ground blowing out the pound
Sway the energy when I'm around pull up to your town
Who's that whipping in the Benzo
Big jay hitter smoke spilling out the window
Spent all day learning from my old ways
Came a long way from nickel bagging in the hallways
Smoke instead of practicing the ball plays
Funny guess I still got to ball after all alright
I don't think you know who you were speaking about
I think I'ma have to come and even it out
Good luck tryna manage when I'm controlling the damage you should look over shoulders when you’re leaving the house, okay
I really don't have time
I'm underground and under paid and as of today I'm a landmine
Cross my path and it's (SLAM) time
And my whole squad be up all night like vampires
And it's hard times but I stick it out and we burn trees like camp fires
And while I'm here I'm ticked off
To be honest getting tired of the bitch talk
Xanny feign makes sense you don't spit bars
Homie I don't give a f*ck about how much your kicks cost
Kick rocks
Thirty thousand feet above the ground blowing out the pound
Sway the energy when I'm around pull up to your town
Who's that whipping in the Benzo
Big jay hitter smoke spilling out the window
I tell her shake it like a fucking pom-pom
I be on sipping Shawn Dawn til’ I'm gone gone
So haram but inshallah
I'll get it together I been getting on a level since a kid at Bon Ton copping Sean John silly
Used to ride around with two phones really really
Blowing lemon haze every day in Piccadilly
Keeping something tricky up my sleeve
When they don't want to believe I might hit them with the Philly Philly ooh
I don't get bored plenty things that I can do
Tell her hurry pack a bag we going to Peru
But I don't need a thing it's for my fam and for my crew
And that's true mother fucker now we
Thirty thousand feet above the ground blowing out the pound
Sway the energy when I'm around pull up to your town
Who's that whipping in the Benzo
Big jay hitter smoke spilling out the window
Yeah
Smoking on that endo
I ain’t playin with you squares
GameCube Nintendo
I ain’t a thug shout to Slim though
As for my kinfolk shh, that’s enough info
Bitch I ain’t no rat
Hair blowing in the wind it ain’t rainbow scrap
And there ain’t no tats on this beautiful face
I ain’t bout to let a bumper sticker ruin a Wraith
Shorty say she tryna blow me til’ she blue in the face
When we f*ck she finish first but I ain’t losing the race
Kush got me thirty thousand feet above the ground
You either ride the wave or you mother fucking drown
No we thirty thousand feet above the ground blowing out the pound
Sway the energy when I'm around pull up to your town
Who's that whipping in the Benzo
Big jay hitter smoke spilling out the window
Thirty thousand feet above the ground blowing out the pound
Sway the energy when I'm around pull up to your town
Who's that whipping in the Benzo
Big jay hitter smoke spilling out the window

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