30 (Explicit) - Danny Brown/Daniel Dewan Sewell

Written by：Daniel Sewell

Sent ya b**th a dick pic and now she need glasses

Turn your b**th slick rick right now if I flashed it

Ate a couple pills took the bud out the plastic

Flicking bogey ashes b**th I stay blasted

Microphone cassius magic with the sick sh*t

'Posed to been dead but b**th I'm still up in this b**th

Verbal herbal poison words I contortion

F**ked a pregnant b**th she saved money on her abortion

I feel like billy corgan in a church playing organ

Covering too short smoking a newport

Kurt hoped the *** would make the pain go away

But all these thoughts up in my head made the sane go astray

Step inside a mind that revolves around the rhyme

And every time he close his eyes visions of white lines

Dying in the arms of a blond blue eyed 20 something

Don't know her name but the paramedics chest pumping

30 something black male OD'ed off of pills

That he wasn't prescribed but they took his life

Left behind a daughter that doesn't really even know him

Cause her momma thought he wouldn't make a living off of poems

But it was a long journey on a rocky road

Had a hoody on and a jacket in the snow

Walking in the cold on the way to the studio

Ni**a that was just a couple years ago

Dropped a couple mixtapes on the net

And niggas tried to front like it wasn't all that

But guess what b**th I'm coming back

Guess what b**th I'm coming back

Signed to fool's gold and everything's all gnarly

Now these b**ches want my number to get up in party

Came a long way from extension cords in the window

Borrowing neighbor's power just to plug up the nintendo

Where the ovens never closed and stoves never off

Every winter so cold niggas sleeping wearing scarves

But I always tell myself that it's gonna get better

You know who you is you the greatest rapper ever

So now the pressures on him to prove that voice right

Some people never know they goals knew mine my whole life

So now his turn's up fixing up to bat

Pitching singles to the label when I use to pitch crack

I never learned to rap always knew how

Ever since a ni**a 8 knew what I would do now

When I turned 28 they like what you gonna do now

And now a ni**a 30 so y'all don't think that hurt me

That the last ten years I been so f**king stressed

Tears in my eyes let me get this off my chest

The thought of no success got a ni**a chasing death

Doing all these *** in hopes of OD'ing next triple x