30 Sumn

I'm thirty sumn with gray hairs Battle scars from wear and tears Miles on this body from travelin' I've been everywhere The world I seen, money can't compare Only thing stoppin me is the cops but they ain't playin fair Had to do a couple years here and there So before we drink our beers raise em in the air and toast cheers The road is harder so we changed gears But we still the same as we persevered 3 musketeers Motherfuckers I fuck with for years Legacy pioneers Feeling this sincere since we started our careers Engineers of the yesteryears Peers at the beach chairs Opposite sides of the atmosphere But every once a year we reappear The shit is real I swear I see my brother it's like I'm lookin in the mirror (right there) The game is weird tight jeans is everywhere It's not for me, man it's too much flair (I swear) I'm thirty sumn and they want me to falter I'm sturdy sumn like the rock a gibraltar Drivin a hoopty had my pockets on swole Now bodega breakfast country crock up on a buttered roll Buggin, stubborn as an elderly Russian Cuz we ain't growin any younger like Benjamin button check it You take bets? Don't gamble on them haters Like cage free eggs scrambling was in my nature Even if she individually eat peas and scoop the niblets I'll shoot the gift, let her scoop the prick, tell her watch the nibblin' Peep the speech thru the speaker, sit back Match light the reefer, small batch, ice in the freezer Yo ya whole style generic, pal it's pathetic I'm too ill, born this way, all the whole its genetic Like the dna strain mixed with the pleasure and pain in the ink When I send it to paper, plus the medicine vapor Gettin old is the shit yea Gettin old is the shit uh But uh it's... not cool when ya... When ya old and got the shits, yeah... Old man spit old man shit Gettin old is a blessin on some grown man shit You see stress I see blessin Have no idea how happy I was to see thirty Now I try I remain healthy, tryna live wealthy Barshaun, Cipolletti Smoke to God, we get to live to see our first sons first son Now, ya hittin thirty and shit Ya pockets need to get a little more thick I need dat money... Brudduah I need dat money Backtrack, youngin dumb off liq Backtrack, Bar caught me off sick Sisco that is Shit had me fuckin flipping o like a disco Bar had to take me home Now he was real one for that Fast forward, me... cip He always kept it 100 with me even tho he used to piss... Motherfucker used to piss me off mad shit uh He broke me down with this terminology called bustin ya balls Those my two road dogs we go to the end You know, we call em friends Ayo Bar real shit Got my first gray hair in shit Like a year ago now I got 3 mo' You know I blamed it on my girl Real shit... on some old man shit