Jonwayne, Anderson .Paak - 30,000 lyrics

And if it wasn't me then who could ever
No comparisons bitch, you could never
Say "but fuck it, I'm retired" ho
That's my gift to you
Don't ask me what's next, Don't ask
Me what i'm getting into 30, 000
Say "if it wasn't me then who could ever"
No comparisons bitch, you could never
Hey but fuck it I'm retired ho
That'd be my gift to you

Rode my bike around Hacienda Heights
Moved my ass to La Habra, started eating mics
Dropped the record and stay
Up in thirty Hyatts
Cus' the kid shoot the shit
Like a high fiber diet
I'm not the the type to wyle
Out but I'm a riot
I'mma ride it like a coattail
Write it like a sales quote
Rhyme book flames, Dhalsim strain
Zangief grip upon the game
Just saying your boy's Super
Got that stupid that'll smack
You out your Supra
Anyone in earshot the neck is like a tuba
And if you gouda, I can grant your wishes
Or else you get a bag of
Dirty J cole for Christmas i'm up to bat
My hands are riddled with these blisters
They ain't trying to see me like
A stack of dirty dishes
By the way it seems my word been missing
I've been chomping on Chipotle and
Fuckin' a purty mistress
Living the life as far as I am concerned
Dropped a ton like Wile E coyote on birds
If you think that I'm retired you
Ain't know in the 3rd
You can make like Miss Muffet
Eat a dick with some curds
Speakin' regal see 'em fleein' when
They hear my beacon
Feeling like a bag of leaves
When I get to steeping
Feeling like a f'kn G when I get the bleep in
I'm on my private eye steeze
When I get to creepin'
While you fake acts change your
Name with every season
My flame has been the same
I run the torch in every region
When I'm grieving I stay

Up writing these masterpieces
They want a piece but stop leeching
Son, and get back to teaching
Why you think I grabbed the
Mic for? To start MC'ing
Cus' if you wanna look cool, sure
I can stuff you in the freezer
Save your time, space, and breath
The message is yes
If you don't got that heat you best
Done hop up out the kitchen
I'll boil you and your carrots up
In that pot you piss in
If you don't stop me I'll keep
Going on just like a piston
Bring your boys and bitches
Lemme paint this picture
I've been ill since DOOM
Was eating rap-snitch-knishes
And I'mma keep it 30, 000 like my HP
Boss Battle Flow
I'm a legend for all eternity
Yeah, I'm a mortal though
I will die eventually
But don't get it twisted
You can spin me on a 33 33 and a third
Cus' I'm gonna s- cus' I'm gonna speak
33 and a third
And I may just speak until I'm heard, word
Wayniac