30secchop (feat. Joseph Chilliams & Jean Deaux)

Yeah, check, check, check

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Thinkin' about mail that could tip up the scale while I tell

Stories, not your typical tales

One leave you dead or in prison or jail

We all jailed, us versus life itself

I had visions of a hill where God got killed

Said I had a panic attack and told me that's not real

I be thinking about the dead most times I chill

Like the only thing missing, my guys not here

To the people who listen to any line I share

I gotta say, "Thank you and you're welcome"

I grew up a scholar, my homies grew up with cellys

I turned my impossible odds more in to ready

How could you believe that there's knowledge that you could tell me?

Don't mistake my being quiet for I'm not ready

Where we come from, you can't be no weak one

They poke a hole in a **** like a Capri-Sun

I needed help but didn't receive none

Ain't shit special? This is every evening where we at

I'm the cutest **** still breathin' where we at

All the fast money, it get deceiving where we at

I would like to present

Thinkin' about mail that could tip up the scale while I tell

Stories, not your typical tales

I need revenge like a slave on a ship with a sale

Pivot Gang the only **** that could do it this well

And I no longer walk with my head low

Rushed on the outside, appear low

Pool some, split the balls, so simple

We alive and breathe again, ayo

No longer walk with your head low

Rushed on the outside, appear low

Pool some, split the balls, so simple

I split a nail to black your coffin, if you think I'm gettin' crossed

Yeah, this Mary keep a MAC until the cheese is gettin' tossed

Ladies and gentlemen

It's the second coming, bitch, in case you didn't catch the first

It don't matter who tool it up, 'cause no man can see a verse from JD

Just like a book or two, JD like the boogeyman, why's he with that sugar dude?

All these glass ceilings, who knows if it's really bulletproof

Cut just like the carpenter, fuck what you bitches wouldn't do

Alright, bitch, my paper due

Y'all hope I will not mistake, but they ain't got the saber tooth

Cook a ****, tell me what that flavor do

I'm hungry for a bitch

What that mean?

I got a taste for you

Damn

Brick, white coupe, angels stay on-route

Damn

But this **** in a dress, they cannot take the truth

Damn

But they hated Jesus too, I guess it's déjà vu

Damn