30k by T.R@bb Lyrics
[Intro]
My family tree got crowns on the branches
It's been a long while since y'all worked on the ranches
No Soul Train, but the Africans dancing
Get well Nelson, Mandela gotta raise our standards
[Verse 1]
Nigga what they call me
Nigga what they call you too
Red lights and blue lights, whoop whoop
Get up out the car, you too
Why they want us all in cages?
Cause if you speak up then you raging
It's like we slaves either way
A nigga bail about 30k
What I kick so cold I could stomp out a forest fire
With my bare feet, flame delete
The same forest where the bears eat but don't sleep
Incite the feast, rest in peace
I pick the beat, ignite the light, then pick my teeth
Then ship the heat, all for free
But trash that, I'm trying to get paid today
I'm gonna need about 30k
And a chain worth about 30k
And a six-four with the gold paint
[Hook]x4
I'm goin' for 30
[Verse 2]
Don't play simple Simon, it's no riddle
Music say a black man flipping pies is the only way to make it out of his little
Neighborhood surrounded by liquor stores and police
Weed and codeine
Hold it, hold the scripture reading, praying for blessing
That lessen the pain
I hear the cries through my city reverbing again
Living in capital sin
Where the Grim Reaper sickle has a Barry Bonds swing
Praise the home of the Yin, no Yang for the balance
Silence
[Hook]
My family tree got crowns on the branches
It's been a long while since y'all worked on the ranches
No Soul Train, but the Africans dancing
Get well Nelson, Mandela gotta raise our standards
[Verse 1]
Nigga what they call me
Nigga what they call you too
Red lights and blue lights, whoop whoop
Get up out the car, you too
Why they want us all in cages?
Cause if you speak up then you raging
It's like we slaves either way
A nigga bail about 30k
What I kick so cold I could stomp out a forest fire
With my bare feet, flame delete
The same forest where the bears eat but don't sleep
Incite the feast, rest in peace
I pick the beat, ignite the light, then pick my teeth
Then ship the heat, all for free
But trash that, I'm trying to get paid today
I'm gonna need about 30k
And a chain worth about 30k
And a six-four with the gold paint
[Hook]x4
I'm goin' for 30
[Verse 2]
Don't play simple Simon, it's no riddle
Music say a black man flipping pies is the only way to make it out of his little
Neighborhood surrounded by liquor stores and police
Weed and codeine
Hold it, hold the scripture reading, praying for blessing
That lessen the pain
I hear the cries through my city reverbing again
Living in capital sin
Where the Grim Reaper sickle has a Barry Bonds swing
Praise the home of the Yin, no Yang for the balance
Silence
[Hook]