30 For 30 (FREE TAY) Lyrics

Sometimes I wish I ain't jump

Off the porch so fast Cuzo gotta 30

I wish I could get my big bro back

Yea we thugging do a nigga dirty if we struggling

And we in and out the streets with that rock like we juggling

Running off with that pack but we not fumbling

Before we started toting bunners we was rumbling

Now we stay with that iron like we folding

Kel got the golden gun it's like I'm chosen

Living life fast going downhill like we tumbling

Sipping on codeine yea the pain it be numbing it

Balling on these niggas left or right call me chamberlain

Got a freak butch with that fye head she dominate no Osama

But I'm bombing it one night can't wife shit only fuck with good girls

They put my sticks in they're name

Momma said boy you ain't shit you should be ashamed I ain't tripping momma

It's a part of the game, it's a part of the game

Most these niggas they be lame, if you green the bitch gone

Do the same thing so like scotty yea I'm pimping Qp's

Never slipping fucking all the bitches in my mentions I ain't tripping

My defense like the clippers but my offense like the lakers shooting shit

Turn a nigga white like a quaker and that's crazy

Cause I keep a biscuit like a baker

And I'll blow this bitch send yo ass straight to your maker

Back on that bullshit 30 got a full clip

Water whip the pot skrt-srt watch it get hard bitch

I knew I was gone bubble from the start, what you thought?

Being out in the trenches after dark I lost my heart yea

My soul went dark even sold coke to my grand pop

My points go for 20 I got 32 grams cuzo give grams a hit

So he could cook up in the kitchen with that pot he a musician

We know the cut ain't good if grandma lips ain't twisting he

Like jizzle you a not a mechanic but you know I gotta keep a tool

That's a rule been packing heat before that shit was cool

And y'all be capping this real rap nigga

I don't be capping putting the heights on the map stamp that (Yea say that)

Pull up in that ole school drop top way back yea

I fucked yo hoe man that bitch she a throwback I been fucked that bitch

Like way back you should know that know that

When I sign my deal my wrist gonna be icy

And I don't give a fuck what the price be ice me

I remember being locked up in rice street

Fighting nightly cuffs on wrist daily now

I wearing Breitling remember visitation now it's vacations

Rolex matching faces I was so sick of cases no more court dates weekly updates

(I'm in control of my faith)