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30 GRAM$ (feat. M.O.B HiLL$)
by IVORY HILLS
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Secrets sacred cause I got a lot to smoke for
This ain't talent, this is makin' pain a metaphor
It's all about expression when the microphones is on
My savior is all the lyrics I say in all these songs
Go through the feelings at night, make them a song in the morning
Thoughts in my head form the verses, tears form the chorus
It ain't your home until you, fully pay the mortgage
I sold my soul to my passion so my future sorted
It's The Hillies in that black Beamer
You'll only find these two legends in a coupe, two seater
In the Stu', greenin' out cause of good reefer, instru soundin' fabulous, Ivory got his secrets
Niggas bought their way into the industry, they got receipts
If the beat ain't prod by Ivory, it's gettin' passed, guaranteed
My demos special, treat 'em like a Chrome Hearts Fleece
Don't need confirmation that The Hillies got the recipe
With my engineer soo much that we're best friends
We up grindin' for this shit and it's like 5AM
I don't need material to know that I am him,all I need is good energy in my environment
I'm in my e30 spliffin' with Ivory, premium, marijuana, 30 grams cost a couple G's,
I'm in my e30 spliffin' with Ivory, premium marijuana, 30 grams cost a couple G's
Yeah,yeah
Chilling in Mobs e30
Hunting for a masterpiece
Haters watching over me, like I ain't never kept the peace
My flows so slippery ,slip through beats like greece
Man I am fucking down, I can't even find my peace
Chilling in Mobs e30
Hotboxed that motherfucker
Working for that stogie,Its all getting smokey
I am actually getting better,but its all low key
I am pretty sure yall know it
Niggas gotta know ,cause they always watchinh over me
Hating on a motherfucker
From myself Man I am tryna be free
Yeah
Haha
Secrets sacred cause I got a lot to smoke for
This ain't talent, this is makin' pain a metaphor
It's all about expression when the microphones is on
My savior is all the lyrics I say in all these songs
Go through the feelings at night, make them a song in the morning
Thoughts in my head form the verses, tears form the chorus
It ain't your home until you, fully pay the mortgage
I sold my soul to my passion so my future sorted
It's The Hillies in that black Beamer
You'll only find these two legends in a coupe, two seater
In the Stu', greenin' out cause of good reefer, instru soundin' fabulous, Ivory got his secrets
Niggas bought their way into the industry, they got receipts
If the beat ain't prod by Ivory, it's gettin' passed, guaranteed
My demos special, treat 'em like a Chrome Hearts Fleece
Don't need confirmation that The Hillies got the recipe
With my engineer soo much that we're best friends
We up grindin' for this shit and it's like 5AM
I don't need material to know that I am him,all I need is good energy in my environment
I'm in my e30 spliffin' with Ivory, premium, marijuana, 30 grams cost a couple G's,
I'm in my e30 spliffin' with Ivory, premium marijuana, 30 grams cost a couple G's
Yeah,yeah
Chilling in Mobs e30
Hunting for a masterpiece
Haters watching over me, like I ain't never kept the peace
My flows so slippery ,slip through beats like greece
Man I am fucking down, I can't even find my peace
Chilling in Mobs e30
Hotboxed that motherfucker
Working for that stogie,Its all getting smokey
I am actually getting better,but its all low key
I am pretty sure yall know it
Niggas gotta know ,cause they always watchinh over me
Hating on a motherfucker
From myself Man I am tryna be free
Yeah
Haha
