30 for 30

Yeah
For thirty
(From The Dirt, no really, From The Dirt)
Ooh (Harlem)
(ROSELLE USA, nigga)

I'm backed up in the Crowne Plaza
Brown flaggin', outlastin'
Most these rap niggas flashin'
How you active with no action? (Ha)
Try to limit your distractions
Different cloth, a different fabric
One of one, nothin' could match it (yeah)
Always show up, never absent

I spun them blocks, just me and Acid, blue flaggin'
Thirties tatted on my flesh, you know my hood, so don't be askin'
We get to steppin' on that same foot, they gon' be toe taggin' (bop)
We was really in the field since Pepe Jeans and Bo Jackson (facts)

We was really in the field since big white tees, like 5X
Bullet almost hit me, I survived just 'cause I side-stepped (God)
Everybody tryna get involved, shit like a contest
I'm solid as they come and I can put that on my mom flesh (facts)
Put diamonds on my mom neck (mom)
Me and Cruch a bomb threat (uh)
Navy Louboutin sweats and yeah, I read my contracts (yeah, I read it)

Like, yeah, I read that clause, they tried to put it in the fine print (yeah)
Like, yeah, I was there, so I'm just thankful they ain't find prints (thankful)
You know T been guy since (ha) we was opening up the hydrants (T)
A son layin' unconscious, you here, still be on my conscious (woo)
Pray for Dre and ain't spoke to him ever since he said his mom sick (pray)
They said me and East some fresh breath, know how I'm lit

2023, got fish (uh)
Avoidin' all the conflict
This paper, I be holdin' hostage (woo)
Niggas never fly like ostrich (never)
Cuzzo said he got the meth
And he sellin' ice, but he ain't Mazza (ice)
Sippin' Casa' in mi casa and some chocolates, watchin' shotta (grrt)

Real Crip, but first, a father, my bitch badder than a toddler (yeah)
Turn this bitch a gangster party, them niggas'll whack you like piñatas
Don't be throwin' me no signs unless it's the ones that be on dollars (money)
If I did it, it's for my kid, all of my family and my partners (woo)

Look, when I was backin' quarters, I never thought I'd have no daughters (never)
No vacation, smokin' wets, the only way they seen some water
Ford Explorer full of Fentanyl, we on our way to Florida (fact)
Know where you live, we'll come and pack you up at home like you a hoarder, he's a goner (grrt)
Too much powder made her nose bleed like bad seats
And where I'm from, they know I'll run it like a track meet (Roselle)
Niggas talkin', but they don't stand on nothin' like they got bad feet (nah)
Unc' only want dog food, I told him that's bad eats

I let this cash speak, that shit you got on mad cheap
Had conversations with The Rock (uh), said he heard the glass speak (boom, ha)
S-Type, mid-nineties, I sat on them jack seats (skrrt, ha)
All I wanted was a hundred million, plus a bad freak (that set)
Back when regular green plus hashish get you ass cheeks (uh)
Jumpin' out of taxis, we ain't have it, like that cab sweet (ha)
Cracked my headie died, I was just with that nigga last week (just with him)
Niggas, they say they poppin', when I had it, I gave my last piece (gave my last piece)

Woo
Niggas, they say they poppin', when I had it, I gave my last piece (gave my last piece)
Facts
Niggas, they say they poppin', when I had it, I gave my last piece (woo)

Thirty for thirty, nigga
Woo, yeah
Came home, I gave my last piece
Ha, yeah
Roselle (ROSELLE USA, nigga)
From The Dirt, FTD, no really, From The Dirt
Dirt gang



Credits
Writer(s): Francis Ubiera, Daniel Garcia, David Brewster, Jerae Tyri Prather, Michael Richard Kuzoian
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