30

Back from the dead
Tell them boydem
Karla's back I ain't talking bout Mist
Life is a trip I'm pissed
Still im blessed over here no meals have been missed
Tell my enemies rest in piss
Real bloody tears
When there's 30 on wrist
I said im back from the dead
Tell them boydem
Karla's back I aint talking bout

Uhh, I was gone but im back rapping
Me and Moak in the cut on the mic snappin
Got Mace sippin Henny in the back trappin
AYS, New Era, I am not cappin
We had them sleep but they still nappin
Its all good, in a year we will overlap him
Cah
Life is a trip
Tell my enemies rest in piss
Cuz there'll be real bloody tears
When there is 30 on the wrist
Pinot Grigio for the first is a big mood
Yeah
Came from running from the bus to a sunroof
20k on the Youtube
Know my enemies viewed
They stayed glued on my next move
I am not him but I look like who you wanna be
Before Yeezy's it was Wallabees
Yeah
We do a lot for the cheddar
Just to cheese
The only shade I wanna see
Is from money trees

Back from the dead
Tell them boydem
Karla's back I ain't talking bout Mist
Life is a trip I'm pissed
Still im blessed over here no meals have been missed
Tell my enemies rest in piss
Real bloody tears
When there's 30 on wrist
I said im back from the dead
Tell them boydem
Karla's back I aint talking bout

Back from the dead
Tell them boydem
Karla's back I ain't talking bout Mist
Life is a trip I'm pissed
Still im blessed over here no meals have been missed
Tell my enemies rest in piss
Real bloody tears
When there's 30 on wrist
I said im back from the dead
Tell them boydem
Karla's back I aint talking bout Mist

30 on wrist, 30 on wrist
Real bloody tears
When there's 30 on

I am... Bad in execution
Good in finding solutions
Do I flood this shit with music
Or stop the pollution
In the booth I get booked
For violent conduct
Even I get shook
From the final product
For years and years we planted seeds
Now I'm picking my fruit
Not in the mud
But I see that we growing some roots
Yeah.Thats word to my chick
We ain't stoppin till we both got
30 on our wrist
They living for themselves
Man im living for my kids
30 years young man I never done a bid
Uhhhh

30 on wrist, 30 on wrist
Real bloody tears
When there's 30 on

30 on wrist
9 on the hip
Do you know
How many brothers
Really died for this shit
Doing life for this shit
Thats 25 on a bid
And a mum with bloody tears
She really cried for the kid
We survived in this shit
So we riding this shit
Its gear one
Are you really that
Suprised with the shift
There's presence in my rap
Man im suprised with my gift
And I'm tailored to this game
Man I admire the fit
We gambled everything
You must admire the flip
This swag you cannot force it
Please admire the drip
Oh they sleepin on you
Thats tiring and shit
Young Alan Sugars
Really fire in this bitch



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Amofa, Michael Kwatia
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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