Letra de 30secchop - Saba & No ID

(Feat. No I.D., Jean Deaux, Joseph Chilliams)

Yeah, check-check-check

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 vers' 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 thinkin' 'bout 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 homes grew up with cellys

I turned my impossible odds more into 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 nigga like a Capri-Sun

I needed help, I didn't receive none

Ain't shit special, this is every evening where we at

I'm the cutest nigga 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 niggas that could do it this well

And I no longer walk with my head low

Rushed on the outside, appear low

Cool songs feel the most, simple

Breathe out and breathe again, ayo

No longer walk with your head low

Rushed on the outside, appear low

Cool songs feel the most, simple

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

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

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

It don't matter who tune 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 nigga, tell me what that flavor do

I'm hungry for a bitch (What that mean?)

I got a taste for you (Damn)

Red, white coupe, angels stay en route (Damn)

But this nigga in a dress, they can not take the truth (Damn)

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

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