Artist: Danny Brown Album: XXX Song: 30 Typed by: AZ Lyrics Sent ya bitch a dick pic and now she need glasses Turn a bitch slick rick now if I flashed it Ate a couple pills took the bud out the plastic Flicking cigarette ashes bitch I stay blasted Microphone Cassius Magic with the sick shit Said I post to been dead But bitch I'm still up in this bitch Verbal herbal poison Words I cortisone Fucked pregnant bitch Save money on her abortion I feel like Billy Corgan In a church playing the organ Covering too short Smoking a Newport Hurt hoping drugs a help the pain a go away And all these thoughts in my head made the sane go astray Step inside a mind That revolves around the rhyme And he close his eyes see visions of white lines Dying in the arms of a blond blue eyed 20 something Don't know her name now the paramedics chest pu 30 something black male OD'ed off pills that he wasn't prescribed But they took his life Let behind a daughter that doesn't really even know him Because her momma thought he wouldn't make a living off them poems But it was a long journey on a rocky road Had a hoody and a jacket on the bus in snow Walking in the cold on the way to the studio Smoking on a loosey that was just a couple yrs ago Dropped a couple free mixtapes on the net And niggas tried to front like it wasn't all that But guess what bitch I'm coming back Guess what bitch I'm coming back Signed to fools gold and everything's all gnarly Bitches want my number just to get up in party Came along way from extension cords in the window Borrowing neighbors power just to plug up the Nintendo Where the ovens never closed and stoves never off Every winter so cold niggas sleeping scarves But I would always tell myself that this shit of get better You know who you is you the greatest rapper ever So now the pressures on em to prove that voice right Some people never know they goals he know his whole life So now his turn up fixing up to bat Pitching singles to the label when I use to pitch crack Never learned to rap I just always knew how So ever since 8 I knew what I would now When I turned 28 they like what u gone do now And now a nigga 30 I don't u heard me So the last ten years I been so fucking stressed Tears in my eyes let me get this off my chest The thought of no success it got me chasing death Doing all these drugs in hopes of OD'ing next Triple X