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Thirty on me

Shout out drizzy 

You think these hollows a make that boy neat

We catch his car we gone slide the backstreet 

Hop off the net cause you

Intro
All business, no luv
A lot of these n**gaz
They be fascinated by the street culture
N**gaz become a millionaire 
And then wanna jump back into

When I drop my album I'll be doing numbers all spring
You rappers might be Catholic, but you boys could never cross me, uh
(Breath) proceed with caution,

Dunaji

Píše mi Adam Van Dame ptá se mě
Jestli mam part na jeho album nahranej
A jestli to vůbec dáme
Kurva, Adam je frajer, tak říkam "Adame
Dáme" moje

Copy me, Boy just be yourself you took my swag
I call that robbery, yea uh, People be Backdoor
Come from the Backdoor
I had to go close the Backdoor uh
I

rowdy
Winnebago County
Kush smoke shroud me
Real niggas rallied around me
And by irony you found me
Showing them how to walk on water but deep down they

a hug
Thought I was in love I mean, I guess it was the drugs

Making plays every day, by any means
Dirty clean, every way
Love or hate her, you can name

We do hereby declare reality uncapped
By the changing standards
Of dialogue, statements, such as
Keep it real
Especially when or anticipating modes

It's raining but no umbrellas is covering fellas
This my reign
When the times get grim we the reaper
When it come to rap albums, this here the Mona Lisa

could hit me on the cell
N I keep a heater by the belt
N I kept my ego on the shelf
Remember I was fucking Chantelle
Taste good n at least she didn't

acidic but I ain't venomous I leave at to the snakes bitch
Copyin obituaries workin on my pen-man-ship
Cause when this album finally drop we finna

with haterade
Play it cool and shade, 'cause my name hold weight
Boy don't try to step up to her if your pockets on Chris Rock
Ain't balling like Chris

my mella yella boy

On the drums, we got Stan the guitar man dropping the rhythm



We got LA Dre on the keyboard and I want the whole posse

In this

the feeling
With no plaques
Back when albums would challenge acts
Like its cinnamon
Now their stats just need filling in
I'll be the villain in
Industries I

of minds so controlled by feeling
I'm not feeling it today
I don't feel like doing this
I don't feel like doing that
How do you feel?
Bad? Why
Do you

niggas, great
I'm on my way, trip to the bay
You in my way, I'm here to stay
You in my way
You in my way
I been in a real bad place
I was the boy who cried

What about one plus one
Jamais de fumer sans feu
Jt'au volant d'un album number on
Jamais de fumer sans beuh
J'arrete si j'le veux pis i stop if i

every time when it sound like beef
Shit I don’t even eat beef
But I feast on beats
Till I peak and I’m shitting out heat
That’s led
Stop shooting that boy

strip only get a grand a day
N' there ten of y'all on it
Pretending y'all doing it
You don't get stacks boy, you a pack boy
Be on the corner for a hundred

strip only get a grand a day
N' there ten of y'all on it
Pretending y'all doing it
You don't get stacks boy, you a pack boy
Be on the corner for a hundred

sun, best believe I got heat
You can call me sushi roll, cuz ya boy so raw
I'm not a sketch artist but I'm quick (quick) to draw
I got punchlines like

this game
You rappers ain't the same you changed the way you rap
Your beat selection is in fact inspired by the boy
Congratulations you're employed
I

yourself
Ready for a new album, keep asking bitch
Cold world keeps me grasping to live
Blood in my veins is all I can give
Eyes to the sky, 3 wisest is here

I knew she wanna fuck me
By the way she went to touch me
Yeah she from Long Buckby
But for the night she staying in Rugby
I had it in the bag until