30 for 30 Lyrics

My life is the definition of booked and busy

I'm on a different mission

Spending time in the kitchen, tryna perfect the dishes

I go the distance on sprained ankles, that boy a Piston

Isaiah Thomas, a bad boy when the kid is mentioned

Merci, merci

I'm speaking French in my New Orleans, and got a Creole girl wearing my jersey

Balling everyday, I'ma need a 30 and 30

Flu game season, every minute got a purpose

My music is therapy for the soul

I'm always hard to reach, 'cause I'm reaching out for my goals

I can't take no advice, this a path that I walk alone

Elevated my price, I'm looking for all my respect that's owed

I been making music since 10 years old

Dreaming bout a rap that could capture a plaque of gold

I can't say that I've captured hearts, when my own people casting stones

That knowledge leaving me cold, I bundle up for the road as I weather the storm

A mortal man, but I'm in godly form

Staying out the way where y'all be misinformed

Missing the family, but I don't know if they ever miss the boy

I'm tryna find happiness money can't endorse

A world of horror, I'm steady winning like Robert Horry

Who's my opponent?

This is all condition, I'm just living for the moment

Use your own conviction, using talent tryna flourish

This a new religion, bow your heads for the omen

My life is the definition of booked and busy

I'm on a different mission

Spending time in the kitchen, tryna perfect the dishes

I go the distance on sprained ankles, that boy a Piston

Isaiah Thomas, a bad boy when the kid is mentioned

Merci, merci

I'm speaking French in my New Orleans, and got a Creole girl wearing my jersey

Balling everyday, I'ma need a 30 and 30

Flu game season, every minute got a purpose

Smug faces, I got friends in high places

Doing dirty work, but I'm living in God's graces

God must've cried at the thought of what he created

We baptize these verses so you're surely breath-taken

Take that smile of ya face, it's time to get my reparations

Fresh out the city, would've never thought I made it

Everybody got some pride, so I know it cause a divide

But if enemies try to slide, I know they Cain, but I'm not Abel

They let the horses out the stable

Kentucky Derby flows, I'm driving like I got a label

These days, nobody wanna see you being grateful

But I'm jus tryna make a couple songs you can relate to

Maybe I'm not coming correct, I'm a pathological liar, a force of nature at best

I looked death in the eyes, told him I'm surely blessed

So we'll see what's happening next, I'll be at Uptown for the quest

My life is the definition of booked and busy

I'm on a different mission

Spending time in the kitchen, tryna perfect the dishes

I go the distance on sprained ankles, that boy a Piston

Isaiah Thomas, a bad boy when the kid is mentioned

Merci, merci

I'm speaking French in my New Orleans, and got a Creole girl wearing my jersey

Balling everyday, I'ma need a 30 and 30

Flu game season, every minute got a purpose

How would you like to be remembered?

As the quietest in the crowd?

Or the one who's overcome with silence when they are told they're too loud?

Or the one who uses public opinion as their driving sound?

Stop hiding from life

Live it