DON KEL - 30for30 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 f*ck 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 f*cking 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 n***a
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 f*cked yo hoe man that bitch she a throwback I been f*cked 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 f*ck 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 nomore court dates weekly updates
(Im in control of my faith)