30 GRAM$ (feat. M.O.B HiLL$)

Secrets sacred cause I got a lot to smoke for This ain't talent, this is makin' pain a metaphor It's all about expression when the microphones is on My savior is all the lyrics I say in all these songs Go through the feelings at night, make them a song in the morning Thoughts in my head form the verses, tears form the chorus It ain't your home until you, fully pay the mortgage I sold my soul to my passion so my future sorted It's The Hillies in that black Beamer You'll only find these two legends in a coupe, two seater In the Stu', greenin' out cause of good reefer, instru soundin' fabulous, Ivory got his secrets Niggas bought their way into the industry, they got receipts If the beat ain't prod by Ivory, it's gettin' passed, guaranteed My demos special, treat 'em like a Chrome Hearts Fleece Don't need confirmation that The Hillies got the recipe With my engineer soo much that we're best friends We up grindin' for this shit and it's like 5AM I don't need material to know that I am him,all I need is good energy in my environment I'm in my e30 spliffin' with Ivory, premium, marijuana, 30 grams cost a couple G's, I'm in my e30 spliffin' with Ivory, premium marijuana, 30 grams cost a couple G's Yeah,yeah Chilling in Mobs e30 Hunting for a masterpiece Haters watching over me, like I ain't never kept the peace My flows so slippery ,slip through beats like greece Man I am fucking down, I can't even find my peace Chilling in Mobs e30 Hotboxed that motherfucker Working for that stogie,Its all getting smokey I am actually getting better,but its all low key I am pretty sure yall know it Niggas gotta know ,cause they always watchinh over me Hating on a motherfucker From myself Man I am tryna be free Yeah Haha